Job 26

1 Da svarede Job og sagde:

And Job answereth and saith: —

2 Hvad har du hjulpet den, som ingen Kraft havde? frelste du den Arm, som ingen Styrke havde?

What — thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!

3 Hvorledes raadede du den, som ingen Visdom havde, og kundgjorde Indsigt til Overflod?

What — thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.

4 For hvem har du kundgjort Tale, og hvis Aande talte ud af dig?

With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?

5 Dødningerne bæve neden under Vandene og deres Beboere.

The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.

6 Dødsriget ligger blottet for ham, og Afgrunden har intet Skjul. (Sheol h7585)

Naked [is] Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction. (Sheol h7585)

7 Han udbreder Norden over det øde, han hænger Jorden paa intet.

Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,

8 Han binder Vandet sammen i sine Skyer, dog brister Skydækket ikke under dem.

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

9 Han lukker for sin Trone, han udbreder sin Sky over den.

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

10 Han har draget en Grænse oven over Vandene indtil der, hvor Lyset ender i Mørke.

A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.

11 Himmelens Piller skælve og forfærdes for hans Trusel.

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

12 Ved sin Kraft oprører han Havet, og med sin Forstand bryder han dets Hovmod.

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

13 Ved hans Aande blive Himlene dejlige; hans Haand gennemborer den flygtende Slange.

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

14 Se, disse ere de yderste Grænser af hans Veje, og hvor svag er Lyden af det Ord, som vi have hørt deraf? Men hans Vældes Torden — hvo forstaar den!

Lo, these [are] the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?