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Knjiga o Jovu 17

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Capítulo 17

1 Duh se moj kvari, dana mojih nestaje; grobovi su moji.

2 Kod mene su rugači, i oko moje provodi noći u jadu koji mi zadaju.

3 Daj mi ko će jamčiti kod Tebe; ko je taj koji će se rukovati sa mnom?

4 Jer si od njihovog srca sakrio razum; zato ih nećeš uzvisiti.

5 Ko laska prijateljima, njegovim će sinovima oči posahnuti.

6 Učinio je od mene priču narodima, i postao sam bubnjanje među njima.

7 Potamnelo je oko moje od jada, i svi udi moji postaše kao sen.

8 Začudiće se tome pravi, i bezazleni će ustati na licemere.

9 Ali će se pravednik držati svog puta, i ko je čistih ruku većma će ojačati.

10 A vi vratite se svikoliki i hodite; neću naći mudra među vama.

11 Dani moji prođoše, misli moje pokidaše se, što imah u srcu.

12 Od noći načiniše dan, i svetlost je blizu mraka.

13 Da bih se nadao, grob će mi biti kuća; u tami ću prostreti postelju sebi.

14 Grobu vičem: Ti si otac moj; crvima: Ti si mati moja, ti si sestra moja.

15 I gde je sada nadanje moje? Moje nadanje ko će videti?

16 U grob će sići, počinuće sa mnom u grobu.

Capítulo 17

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.