Job 17

Berean Standard Bible

Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)

1“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

1My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.

2Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

2I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.

3Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?

3Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.

4You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.

4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.

5If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

5He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.

6He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.

6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.

7My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.

7My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.

8The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

8The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

9Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

9And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.

10Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.

11My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.

11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.

12They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.

12They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.

13If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

13If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.

14and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

14If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.

15where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

15Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?

16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”

16All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?

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