The Book of Job — Liber Job
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Chapter 17
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My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
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Broken my will to live, shortened my days, the grave my only prospect;
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Spiritus meus attenuabitur; dies mei breviabuntur: et solum mihi superest sepulchrum.
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I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
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my eye lingers on sights of bitterness, never through my fault!
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Non peccavi, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.
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Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
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Lord, wouldst thou but vindicate me, and set me right with thee! I care not who else is for or against me.
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Libera me, Domine, et pone me juxta te, et cujusvis manus pugnet contra me.
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Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
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For these, at least, I care not; thou hast robbed their hearts of all discernment, and they shall have no cause for boasting.
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Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina: propterea non exaltabuntur.
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He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
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Small thanks a man has for counting out the spoils, while his children go hungry!
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Prædam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum ejus deficient.
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He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
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A public by-word God has made me, a warning in all men’s sight,
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Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi, et exemplum sum coram eis.
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My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
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my eyes grown dim, my whole frame wasted away, in my resentment.
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Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus, et membra mea quasi in nihilum redacta sunt.
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The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
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Here is sore bewilderment for honest hearts; angrily do innocent men complain, to see knaves prosper,
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Stupebunt justi super hoc, et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.
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And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
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will the just be true to their resolve any longer? Will they be encouraged to keep their hands clean?
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Et tenebit justus viam suam, et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem.
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Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
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Nay, sirs, return to the charge as often as you will; I do not look to find a wise man among you.
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Igitur omnes vos convertimini, et venite, et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.
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My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
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Swift pass my days, my mind distracted with whirling thoughts,
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Dies mei transierunt; cogitationes meæ dissipatæ sunt, torquentes cor meum.
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They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
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that make night into day for me, as through the hours of darkness I await the dawn.
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Noctem verterunt in diem, et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.
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If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
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Waiting for what? The grave is my destined home; among the shadows I must make my bed at last;
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Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est, et in tenebris stravi lectulum meum.
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I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
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only from corruption I claim a father’s welcome, mother’s and sister’s greeting the worms shall offer me;
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Putredini dixi: Pater meus es; Mater mea, et soror mea, vermibus.
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Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
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what hope is this? Wait I patiently or impatiently, who cares?
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Ubi est ergo nunc præstolatio mea? et patientiam meam quis considerat?
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All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?
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Into the deep pit I must go down, all of me; even there, in the dust, shall I find rest?
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In profundissimum infernum descendent omnia mea: putasne saltem ibi erit requies mihi?