Job 17

Douai-Rheims	New Jerusalem Bible
¹ My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.	¹ My breathing is growing weaker and the gravediggers are gathering for me.
² I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.	² Scoffers are my only companions, their harshness haunts my nights.
³ Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand 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 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.	⁴ For you have shut their hearts to reason, hence not a hand is lifted.
⁵ He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.	⁵ Just so is a man who invites his friends to share his property while the eyes of his own childrenlanguish.
⁶ He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.	⁶ I have become a byword among foreigners, and a creature on whose face to spit,
⁷ My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.	⁷ since I am nearly blind with grief and my limbs are reduced to a shadow.
⁸ The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised 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 man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.	⁹ Anyone upright grows stronger step by step: and anyone whose hands are clean grows ever in vigour!
¹⁰ Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.	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 are dissipated, 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 after darkness I hope for light again.	¹² yet they would have me believe that night is day, that light to dispel the darkness is at hand,
¹³ If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.	¹³ when al I want, in fact, is to dwel in Sheol and in that darkness there to make my bed!
¹⁴ If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, 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 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?	¹⁵ Where then is my hope? Who can see any happiness for me?
¹⁶ All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?	¹⁶ unless they come down to Sheol with me, all of us sinking into the dust together?