Job 17
JPS Tanakh (Jewish Publication Society, 1917)
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
1My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
2Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
2I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
3Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
5He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
7My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
8The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
9And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall 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 are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
12They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
13If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness;
13If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
14If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
14If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
15Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
16They shall go down to the bars of the nether-world, when we are at rest together in 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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