Job 17

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	NOVA VULGATA
1 My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.	1 Spiritus meus attenuatus est, dies mei exstincti, et solum mihi superest sepulcrum.
2 Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.	2 Nonne irrisiones circumdant me, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus?
3 "Lay down a pledge for me with thyself; who is there that will give surety for me?	3 Pone pignus pro me iuxta te; et quis umquam spondens percutiet manum meam?
4 Since thou hast closed their minds to understanding, therefore thou wilt not let them triumph.	4 Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina; propterea non exaltabuntur.
5 He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property, the eyes of his children will fail.	5 Praedam pollicetur sociis, sed oculi filiorum eius deficient.
6 "He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit.	6 Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et conspuendum in faciem.
7 My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.	7 Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus, et membra mea quasi in umbram redacta sunt.
8 Upright men are appalled at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless.	8 Stupebunt iusti super hoc, et innocens contra impium excitabitur.
9 Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he that has clean hands grows stronger and stronger.	9 Et tenebit iustus viam suam, et mundus manibus addet fortitudinem.
10 But you, come on again, all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you.	10 Igitur omnes vos convertimini et venite, et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.	11 Dies mei transierunt, cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt et desideria cordis mei.
12 They make night into day; 'The light,' they say, 'is near to the darkness.'	12 Noctem verterunt in diem; et rursum post tenebras properat lux.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,	13 Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est; et in tenebris stravi lectulum meum.
14 if I say to the pit, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother,' or 'My sister,'	14 Putredini dixi: Pater meus es!; Mater mea et soror mea! vermibus.
15 where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?	15 Ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea, et patientiam meam quis considerat?
16 Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?"	16 In profundissimum infernum descendent omnia mea; simul in pulvere erit requies mihi? ”.