Job 17

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