My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,
The grave is ready for me.
Surely there are {Hebrew: mockery.}mockers with me,
And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself;
Who is there that will strike hands with me?
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:
Therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
He that denounceth his friends for a {Hebrew: portion.}prey,
Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
But he hath made me a byword of the people;
And they spit in my face.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,
And all my members are as a shadow.
Upright men shall be astonished at this,
And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way,
And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
But as for you all, come on now again;
{Or, For I find not}And I shall not find a wise man among you.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off,
Even the {Hebrew: possessions.}thoughts of my heart.
They change the night into day:
The light, say they, is near {Or, because of}unto the darkness.
If I {Or, hope, Sheol is my house; I have spread…I have said…And where now is my hope?}look for Sheol as my house;
If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
If I have said to {Or, the pit}corruption, Thou art my father;
To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;
Where then is my hope?
And as for my hope, who shall see it?
It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,
When once there is rest in the dust.
Querverweise zu Hiob 17,7 Hiob 17,7
My face is red with weeping,And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
I am gone like the shadow when it {Or, is stretched out}declineth:I am tossed up and down as the locust.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
For who knoweth what is good for man in his life, {Hebrew: the number of days.}all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress:Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
For my life is spent with sorrow,And my years with sighing:My strength faileth because of mine iniquity,And my bones are wasted away.
For this our heart is faint;For these things our eyes are dim;