Job 17

spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient

He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem

But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

si sustinuero infernus domus mea est in tenebris stravi lectulum meum

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

in profundissimum infernum descendent omnia mea putasne saltim ibi erit requies mihi

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.