Job 17

Berean Standard Bible

Clementine Vulgate, 1598

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

1[Spiritus meus attenuabitur; dies mei breviabuntur: et solum mihi superest sepulchrum.

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

2Non peccavi, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.

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

3Libera me, Domine, et pone me juxta te, et cujusvis manus pugnet contra me.

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

4Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina: propterea non exaltabuntur.

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

5Prædam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum ejus deficient.

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

6Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi, et exemplum sum coram eis.

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

7Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus, et membra mea quasi in nihilum redacta sunt.

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

8Stupebunt justi super hoc, et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.

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

9Et tenebit justus viam suam, et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem.

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

10Igitur omnes vos convertimini, et venite, et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.

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

11Dies mei transierunt; cogitationes meæ dissipatæ sunt, torquentes cor meum.

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

12Noctem verterunt in diem, et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.

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

13Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est, et in tenebris stravi lectulum meum.

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

14Putredini dixi: Pater meus es; Mater mea, et soror mea, vermibus.

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

15Ubi est ergo nunc præstolatio mea? et patientiam meam quis considerat?

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

16In profundissimum infernum descendent omnia mea: putasne saltem ibi erit requies mihi?]

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