Job 17

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.	1 My spirit is broken, my lamp of life extinguished; my burial is at hand.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.	2 I am indeed mocked, and, as their provocation mounts, my eyes grow dim.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.	3 Grant me one to offer you a pledge on my behalf: who is there that will give surety for me?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.	4 You darken their minds to knowledge; therefore they do not understand.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.	5 My lot is described as evil,
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.	6 and I am made a byword of the people; their object lesson I have become.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.	7 My eye has grown blind with anguish, and all my frame is shrunken to a shadow.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.	8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent aroused against the wicked.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.	9 Yet the righteous shall hold to his way, and he who has clean hands increase in strength.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.	10 But turn now, and come on again; for I shall not find a wise man among you!
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.	11 My days are passed away, my plans are at an end, the cherished purposes of my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.	12 Such men change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.	13 If I look for the nether world as my dwelling, if I spread my couch in the darkness,
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.	14 If I must call corruption "my father," and the maggot "my mother" and "my sister,"
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?	15 Where then is my hope, and my prosperity, who shall see?
16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?	16 Will they descend with me into the nether world? Shall we go down together into the dust?