Job 17
1 Mi aliento está corrompido, mis días son cortados, y me está aparejado el sepulcro.
My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
2 Ya no hay conmigo sino escarnecedores, en cuyas amarguras se detienen mis ojos.
Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
3 Pon ahora, dame fianzas contigo; ¿quién tocará ahora mi mano?
And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
4 Porque a éstos has tú escondido su corazón de entendimiento; por tanto, no los ensalzarás.
For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
5 El que denuncia lisonjas a su prójimo, los ojos de sus hijos desfallezcan.
Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
6 El me ha puesto por parábola de pueblos, y delante de ellos he sido como tamboril.
And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
7 Y mis ojos se oscurecieron de desabrimiento, y todos mis pensamientos han sido como sombra.
Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
8 Los rectos se maravillarán de esto, y el inocente se despertará contra el hipócrita.
Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
9 El justo retendrá su carrera, y el limpio de manos aumentará la fuerza.
Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
10 Pero volved todos vosotros, y venid ahora, que no hallaré entre vosotros sabio.
But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
11 Mis días se pasaron, y mis pensamientos fueron arrancados, los designios de mi corazón.
My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
12 Me pusieron la noche por día, y la luz se acorta delante de las tinieblas.
These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 A la huesa tengo dicho: Mi padre eres tú; a los gusanos: Mi madre y mi hermano.
When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
15 ¿Dónde pues estará ahora mi esperanza? Y mi esperanza ¿quién la verá?
Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
