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17 Me falta el aliento,
mis días se extinguen,
me espera la tumba.
Vivo rodeado de escarnios,
las provocaciones me desvelan.
Conviértete tú en mi garantía,
¿quién, si no, me defenderá?
Has cerrado su mente a la razón
y no permitirás que salgan airosos.
¿O eres como quien invita a sus amigos,
mientras sus hijos se ven necesitados?
Me ha convertido en burla de la gente,
mi cara es blanco de salivazos.
La agonía consume mis ojos,
mi cuerpo es sólo una sombra.
Los justos se espantan al verlo,
el inocente se revuelve contra el impío.
Pero el justo se mantiene en su camino,
el de manos limpias redobla su energía.
10 Venga, vosotros, seguid atacándome,
que no encontraré un sabio entre vosotros.
11 Mis días y mis planes han pasado,
se van desvaneciendo mis esperanzas.
12 ¿Pretendéis que crea que la noche es día,
que hay luz cuando sólo hay tinieblas?
13 Únicamente espero habitar
en el reino de los muertos,
hacer mi lecho en las tinieblas,
14 llamar al sepulcro “padre mío”,
“madre” y “hermana” a los gusanos.
15 ¿Dónde está mi esperanza?
¿Alguien ha visto mi dicha?
16 ¿Descenderán conmigo
al reino de los muertos
y reposaremos juntos en el polvo?

Job Prays for Relief

17 “My spirit is broken,
My days are extinguished,
(A)The grave is ready for me.
Are not mockers with me?
And does not my eye [a]dwell on their (B)provocation?

“Now put down a pledge for me with Yourself.
Who is he who (C)will shake hands with me?
For You have hidden their heart from (D)understanding;
Therefore You will not exalt them.
He who speaks flattery to his friends,
Even the eyes of his children will (E)fail.

“But He has made me (F)a byword of the people,
And I have become one in whose face men spit.
(G)My eye has also grown dim because of sorrow,
And all my members are like shadows.
Upright men are astonished at this,
And the innocent stirs himself up against the hypocrite.
Yet the righteous will hold to his (H)way,
And he who has (I)clean hands will be stronger and stronger.

10 “But please, (J)come back again, [b]all of you,
For I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 (K)My days are past,
My purposes are broken off,
Even the [c]thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day;
‘The light is near,’ they say, in the face of darkness.
13 If I wait for the grave as my house,
If I make my bed in the darkness,
14 If I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’
And to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’
15 Where then is my (L)hope?
As for my hope, who can see it?
16 Will they go down (M)to the gates of [d]Sheol?
Shall we have (N)rest together in the dust?”

Footnotes

  1. Job 17:2 Lit. lodge
  2. Job 17:10 So with some Heb. mss., LXX, Syr., Vg.; MT, Tg. all of them
  3. Job 17:11 desires
  4. Job 17:16 The abode of the dead