Job 17
1 spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
2 non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
3 libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient
He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
7 caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur
Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
9 et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
10 igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem
But return ye, all of you, and come now: and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the droughts of my heart.
12 noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem
They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
If I look for Sheol as mine house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
14 putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus
If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
15 ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat
Where then is my hope? and as for my hope, who shall see it?
