Job 17

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.	1 My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will left for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.	2 I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.	3 Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.	4 You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.	5 He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.	6 He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.	7 My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.	8 The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.	9 And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.	10 Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.	11 My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.	12 They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.	13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.	14 I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?	15 Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?
16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?	16 Everything of mine will descend into the deepest underworld; do you think that, in that place at least, there will be rest for me?