Jb 17 (King James)

¹ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
² Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
³ Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
⁴ For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
⁵ He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
⁶ He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
⁷ Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
⁸ Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
⁹ The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
¹⁰ But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
¹² They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
¹⁴ I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
¹⁶ They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

Jb 17 (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 ?]