Job 17
BRG Bible
17 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.
Job 17
La Palabra (Hispanoamérica)
17 Me falta el aliento,
mis días se extinguen,
me espera la tumba.
2 Vivo rodeado de escarnios,
las provocaciones me desvelan.
3 Conviértete tú en mi garantía,
¿quién, si no, me defenderá?
4 Has cerrado su mente a la razón
y no permitirás que salgan airosos.
5 ¿O eres como quien invita a sus amigos,
mientras sus hijos se ven necesitados?
6 Me ha convertido en burla de la gente,
mi cara es blanco de salivazos.
7 La agonía consume mis ojos,
mi cuerpo es sólo una sombra.
8 Los justos se espantan al verlo,
el inocente se revuelve contra el impío.
9 Pero el justo se mantiene en su camino,
el de manos limpias redobla su energía.
10 Venga, ustedes, síganme atacándo,
que no encontraré un sabio entre ustedes.
11 Mis días y mis planes han pasado,
se van desvaneciendo mis esperanzas.
12 ¿Pretenden 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?
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