Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
ὀλέκομαι πνεύματι φερόμενος δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
λίσσομαι κάμνων καὶ τί ποιήσας
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι τίς ἐστιν οὗτος τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω
4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς
5 He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας ὀφθαλμοὶ δέ μου ἐφ’ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
ἔθου δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσιν γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην
7 Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων
8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη
9 Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε καὶ δεῦτε δή οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ ἐρράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκαν φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους
13 If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
ἐὰν γὰρ ὑπομείνω ᾅδης μου ὁ οἶκος ἐν δὲ γνόφῳ ἔστρωταί μου ἡ στρωμνή (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς ἦ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι
