Job 17

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will left for me.	1 My spirit is broken, my lamp of life extinguished; my burial is at hand.
2 I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.	2 I am indeed mocked, and, as their provocation mounts, my eyes grow dim.
3 Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish 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 You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.	4 You darken their minds to knowledge; therefore they do not understand.
5 He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.	5 My lot is described as evil,
6 He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.	6 and I am made a byword of the people; their object lesson I have become.
7 My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.	7 My eye has grown blind with anguish, and all my frame is shrunken to a shadow.
8 The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.	8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent aroused against the wicked.
9 And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.	9 Yet the righteous shall hold to his way, and he who has clean hands increase in strength.
10 Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.	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 have been scattered, 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 I hope for light again after the darkness.	12 Such men change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.	13 If I look for the nether world as my dwelling, if I spread my couch in the darkness,
14 I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”	14 If I must call corruption "my father," and the maggot "my mother" and "my sister,"
15 Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?	15 Where then is my hope, and my prosperity, who shall see?
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 Will they descend with me into the nether world? Shall we go down together into the dust?