Job 17

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

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

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

Non peccavi, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.

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

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

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

Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina: propterea non exaltabuntur.

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

Prædam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum ejus deficient.

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

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

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

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

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

Stupebunt justi super hoc, et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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