Job 17

1My spirit shall be wasted; my days shall be shortened: and only the grave remaineth for me.

2I have not sinned: and my eye abideth in bitterness.

3Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee: and let any man's hand fight against me.

4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding: therefore they shall not be exalted.

5He promiseth a prey to his companions: and the eyes of his children shall fail.

6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people: and I am an example before them.

7My eye is dim through indignation: and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.

8The just shall be astonished at this: and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

9And the just man shall hold on his way: and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10Wherefore be you all converted, and come: and I shall not find among you any wise man.

11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.

12They have turned night into day: and after darkness I hope for light again.

13If I wait hell is my house: and I have made my bed in darkness.

14If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father: to worms, My mother and my sister.

15Where is now then my expectation: and who considereth my patience?

16All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?

An historical text. In 1955 the Douay-Rheims Challoner Bible received the Imprimatur ✠ of the English Catholic Church from the Archbishop of Westminster.
Published by: British & Foreign Bible Society