Job 19
1 Men Job svarede og sagde:
Then Job answered and said,
2 Hvor længe ville I bedrøve min Sjæl og knuse mig med Ord?
How long will all of you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 I have nu ti Gange forhaanet mig, I skammede eder ikke ved at overdøve mig.
These ten times have all of you reproached me: all of you are not ashamed that all of you make yourselves strange to me.
4 Og sandelig, om jeg end har faret vild, da bliver jo min Vildfarelse hos mig selv.
And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remains with myself.
5 Dersom I virkelig vilde ophøje eder imod mig og overbevise mig om min Skam,
If indeed all of you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
6 saa forstaar dog, at Gud har forvendt min Sag og har ladet sit Garn omringe mig.
Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
7 Se, jeg raaber over Vold, og jeg faar ikke Svar; jeg skriger, og der er ingen Ret.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8 Han satte Gærde for min Vej, at jeg ikke kan komme over, og han lagde Mørkhed over mine Stier.
He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
9 Han afførte mig min Ære og borttog mit Hoveds Krone.
He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 Han nedbrød mig trindt omkring, og jeg for bort; han oprykkede mit Haab som et Træ;
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope has he removed like a tree.
11 og han optændte sin Vrede imod mig og agtede mig over for sig som sine Fjender.
He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me unto him as one of his enemies.
12 Hans Tropper kom til Hobe og banede sig Vej imod mig, og de lejrede sig trindt omkring mit Telt.
His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and camp round about my tabernacle.
13 Han fjernede mine Brødre fra mig, og de, som kende mig, holde sig aldeles fremmede for mig.
He has put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily cut off from me.
14 Mine nærmeste have forladt mig, og mine Kyndinge have glemt mig.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 De, som bo hos mig i mit Hus, og mine Tjenestepiger agte mig som en fremmed, jeg er bleven en Udlænding for deres Øjne.
They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an foreigner in their sight.
16 Jeg kaldte ad min Tjener, og han svarede ikke; med egen Mund maatte jeg bede ham bønligt.
I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I implored him with my mouth.
17 Min Aand er bleven fremmed for min Hustru og min Kærlighed for min Moders Sønner.
My breath is strange to my wife, though I implored for the children's sake of mine own body.
18 Endogsaa Børn foragte mig; staar jeg op, tale de imod mig.
Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
19 Alle de Mænd, som vare i min Fortrolighed, have Vederstyggelighed til mig, og de, som jeg elskede, have vendt sig imod mig.
All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 Mine Ben hænge ved min Hud og ved mit Kød, og jeg er netop undsluppen med mine Tænders Hud.
My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Forbarmer eder over mig, forbarmer eder over mig, I, mine Venner! thi Guds Haand har rørt mig.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O all of you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Hvi forfølge I mig, ligesom Gud, og kunne ikke mættes af mit Kød?
Why do all of you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 Gid dog mine Ord maatte blive opskrevne, gid de maatte blive prentede i en Bog,
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
24 ja, maatte de med en Jernstil og med Bly blive indhuggede i en Klippe til evig Tid!
That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25 Og jeg ved, at min Genløser lever, og at han som den sidste skal staa op over Støvet.
For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26 Og naar min Hud, saaledes sønderslidt, er borte, og jeg er blottet for mit Kød, skal jeg skue Gud,
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 hvem jeg skal skue som den, der er for mig, og hvem mine Øjne skulle se, og ikke en fremmed; mine Nyrer forsmægte i mit Indre.
Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
28 Naar I sige: Hvor skulle vi dog forfølge ham! — og Sagens Rod skal være funden i mig —:
But all of you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
29 Da frygter for Sværdet; thi Vreden rammer Misgerninger, som fortjene Sværdet; paa det I skulle vide, at der er Dom til.
Be all of you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that all of you may know there is a judgment.
