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