Job 6
1 A Job progovori i reče:
Then Job answered and said,
2 “O, kad bi se jad moj izmjeriti mog'o, a nevolje moje stavit' na tezulju!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 Teže one jesu od sveg pijeska morskog, i stoga mi riječi zastraniti znaju.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
4 Strijele Svesilnoga u mojem su mesu, ljuti otrov njihov ispija mi dušu, Božje se strahote oborile na me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 TÓa, kraj svježe trave njače li magarac, muče li goveče kraj punih jasala?
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Zar hranu bljutavu jedemo bez soli? Zar kakove slasti ima u bjelancu?
Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 Al' ono što mi se gadilo dotaći, to mi je sada sva hrana u bolesti.
My soul refuseth to touch [them]; They are as loathsome food to me.
8 O, da bi se molba moja uslišala, da mi Bog ispuni ono čem se nadam!
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
9 O, kada bi me Bog uništiti htio, kada bi mahnuo rukom da me satre!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Za mene bi prava utjeha to bila, klicati bih mog'o u mukama teškim što se ne protivljah odluci Svetoga.
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 Zar snage imam da mogu čekati? Radi kakve svrhe da ja duže živim?
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12 Zar je snaga moja k'o snaga kamena, zar je tijelo moje od mjedi liveno?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Na što se u sebi osloniti mogu? Zar mi svaka pomoć nije uskraćena?
Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 Tko odbija milost bližnjemu svojemu, prezreo je strah od Boga Svesilnoga.
To him that is ready to faint kindness [should be showed] from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 Kao potok me iznevjeriše braća, kao bujice zimske svoje korito.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;
16 Od leda mutne vode im se nadimlju, 'bujaju od snijega što se topit' stao;
Which are black by reason of the ice, [And] wherein the snow hideth itself:
17 al u doba sušno naskoro presahnu, od žege ishlape tada iz korita.
What time they wax warm, they vanish; When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Karavane zbog njih skreću sa putova, u pustinju zađu i u njoj se gube.
The caravans [that travel] by the way of them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.
19 Karavane temske očima ih traže, putnici iz Šebe nadaju se njima.
The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 A kad do njih dođu, nađu se u čudu, jer su se u nadi svojoj prevarili.
They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded.
21 U ovom ste času i vi meni takvi: vidjeste strahotu pa se preplašiste.
For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
22 Rekoh li vam možda: 'Darujte mi štogod, poklonite nešto od svojega blaga;
Did I say, Give unto me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?
23 iz šake dušmanske izbavite mene, oslobodite me silnikova jarma?'
Or, Deliver me from the adversary’s hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
24 Vi me poučite, pa ću ušutjeti, u čem je moj prijestup, pokažite meni.
Teach me, and I will hold my peace; And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 O, kako su snažne besjede iskrene! Al' kamo to vaši smjeraju prijekori?
How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?
26 Mislite li možda prekoriti riječi? TÓa u vjetar ide govor očajnikov!
Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?
27 Nad sirotom kocku zar biste bacali i sa prijateljem trgovali svojim?
Yea, ye would cast [lots] upon the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.
28 U oči me sada dobro pogledajte, paz'te neću li vam slagati u lice.
Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face.
29 Povucite riječ! Kakve li nepravde! Povucite riječ, neporočan ja sam!
Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
30 Zar pakosti ima na usnama mojim? Zar nesreću svaku okusio nisam?
Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
