Job Chapter 17

Job's hope in God: he expects rest in death.

English (Douay-Rheims)

1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness. Not sinned... That is, I am not guilty of such sins as they charge me with.
3 Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. Hell... Sheol. The region of the dead.
14 I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest? Deepest pit... Literally, hell.

Old Testament first published 1609 by the English College at Douay
New Testament first published 1582 by the English College at Rheims
Revised and Annotated 1749 by Bishop Richard Challoner
Imprimatur. +James Cardinal Gibbons, Archbishop of Baltimore, September 1, 1899

Latin (Clementine Vulgate)

1 Spiritus meus attenuabitur;
dies mei breviabuntur:
et solum mihi superest sepulchrum.
2 Non peccavi,
et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.
3 Libera me, Domine, et pone me juxta te,
et cujusvis manus pugnet contra me.
4 Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina:
propterea non exaltabuntur.
5 Prædam pollicetur sociis,
et oculi filiorum ejus deficient.
6 Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi,
et exemplum sum coram eis.
7 Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus,
et membra mea quasi in nihilum redacta sunt.
8 Stupebunt justi super hoc,
et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.
9 Et tenebit justus viam suam,
et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem.
10 Igitur omnes vos convertimini, et venite,
et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.
11 Dies mei transierunt;
cogitationes meæ dissipatæ sunt,
torquentes cor meum.
12 Noctem verterunt in diem,
et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.
13 Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est,
et in tenebris stravi lectulum meum.
14 Putredini dixi: Pater meus es;
Mater mea, et soror mea, vermibus.
15 Ubi est ergo nunc præstolatio mea?
et patientiam meam quis considerat?
16 In profundissimum infernum descendent omnia mea:
putasne saltem ibi erit requies mihi?

Transcribed as part of the Clementine Vulgate Project
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