Job 17

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	NEW JERUSALEM
1 My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will left for me.	1 My breathing is growing weaker and the gravediggers are gathering for me.
2 I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.	2 Scoffers are my only companions, their harshness haunts my nights.
3 Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me.	3 So you must go bail for me to yourself, for which of them cares to clap his hand on mine?
4 You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.	4 For you have shut their hearts to reason, hence not a hand is lifted.
5 He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.	5 Just so is a man who invites his friends to share his property while the eyes of his own childrenlanguish.
6 He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.	6 I have become a byword among foreigners, and a creature on whose face to spit,
7 My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.	7 since I am nearly blind with grief and my limbs are reduced to a shadow.
8 The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.	8 Any honest person is appal ed at the sight, the innocent is indignant at the sinner.
9 And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.	9 Anyone upright grows stronger step by step: and anyone whose hands are clean grows ever in vigour!
10 Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.	10 Come on then, al of you, back to the attack! I shall not find one wise man among you!
11 My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.	11 My days are over, so are my plans, my heart-strings are broken;
12 They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.	12 yet they would have me believe that night is day, that light to dispel the darkness is at hand,
13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.	13 when al I want, in fact, is to dwel in Sheol and in that darkness there to make my bed!
14 I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”	14 To the tomb, I cry, 'You are my father!' -- to the worm, 'You are my mother-you, my sister!'
15 Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?	15 Where then is my hope? Who can see any happiness for me?
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 unless they come down to Sheol with me, all of us sinking into the dust together?