Job 17

King James Bible	Douai-Rheims
¹ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.	¹ My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
² Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?	² I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
³ Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?	³ Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.
⁴ For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.	⁴ Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
⁵ He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.	⁵ He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
⁶ He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.	⁶ He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
⁷ Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.	⁷ My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
⁸ Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.	⁸ The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
⁹ The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.	⁹ And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
¹⁰ But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.	¹⁰ Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.	¹¹ My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
¹² They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.	¹² They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.	¹³ If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
¹⁴ I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.	¹⁴ If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?	¹⁵ Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
¹⁶ They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.	¹⁶ All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?