Job 7
1 Er et Menneske ikke i Strid paa Jorden, og hans Dage som en Daglønners Dage?
“People need to work hard on this earth, like soldiers do; all during the time that we are alive, we work hard [RHQ], like laborers/servants do.
2 Som en Arbejder, der higer efter Skyggen, og som en Daglønner, der venter paa sin Løn,
We are like [SIM] slaves who keep wanting to be in the cool shade, and we are like [SIM] workers who are waiting to be paid.
3 saaledes har jeg faaet mig Forfængeligheds Maaneder til Arv; og man har talt mig kummerfulde Nætter til.
God has given me many months [in which I think that it is] useless [to remain alive]; he has allotted/given to me many nights during which I feel miserable.
4 Naar jeg lagde mig, da sagde jeg: Naar skal jeg staa op, og naar er Aftenen forbi? og jeg blev mæt af Uro inden Tusmørket.
When I lie down [at night] I say, ‘How long will it be until morning?’ But nights are long, and I (toss/turn over and over) [on my bed] until dawn.
5 Mit Kød er klædt med Orme og Jordskorpe; min Hud er sprukken og vædsker.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs; pus oozes out of my open sores.
6 Mine Dage ere lettere end en Væverskytte; og de svinde hen uden Haab.
My days pass as quickly as a weaver’s (shuttle/stick that takes the thread back and forth), and they end without my confidently expecting [that things will be better the next day].
7 Kom i Hu, at mit Liv er et Aandepust: Mit Øje kommer ikke mere til at se godt.
God, do not forget that my life is [as short as] a breath [MET]; I [think that] I [SYN] will never again be happy.
8 Dens Øje, som ser mig, skal ikke mere skue mig; dine Øjne skulle se efter mig, men jeg skal ikke findes.
God, you [SYN] see me now, but [some day] you will not see me any more. You will search for me, but I will be gone [because I will be dead].
9 En Sky forgaar og farer bort, ligesaa skal den, der farer ned til Dødsriget, ikke komme op igen. (Sheol h7585)
Like [SIM] clouds (disperse/break up) and then disappear, people [die and] descend to the place where dead people are, and they do not return; (Sheol h7585)
10 Han skal ikke komme mere igen til sit Hus, og hans Sted skal ikke kende ham mere.
they never return to their houses, and people among whom they lived do not remember them any more.
11 Derfor vil jeg ikke heller lægge Baand paa min Mund, jeg vil tale i min Aands Angest, jeg vil klage i min Sjæls Bitterhed.
So, I will not be silent; while I am suffering I will speak; I will complain [to God about what has happened to me] because I [SYN] am very angry.
12 Er jeg et Hav eller et Havuhyre, at du vil sætte Vagt over mig?
[God, ] why do you watch closely what I am doing? [Do you think that] I am a [dangerous] sea monster?
13 Naar jeg sagde: Min Seng skal trøste mig, mit Leje skal lette min Klage,
When [I lie down at night, ] I think, ‘I will be comforted here on my bed; my pain will be less while I am sleeping.’
14 da forskrækker du mig med Drømme, og ved Syner forfærder du mig,
But then you give me dreams that cause me to be afraid; you give me visions that terrify me,
15 saa min Sjæl foretrækker at være kvalt, ja Døden fremfor disse mine Knokler.
with the result that I would prefer to be strangled to death than to continue to [be alive] being only a bunch of bones.
16 Jeg er ked deraf; jeg vil ikke leve evindelig; lad af fra mig, thi mine Dage ere Forfængelighed!
I detest continuing to be alive; I do not want to live for many years [HYP]. Allow me to be alone, [because I will be alive] for only a very short remaining time [HYP].
17 Hvad er et Menneske, at du vil agte ham stort, og at du vil lægge dig ham paa Hjerte?
“We human beings are not [very important]; so, why do you pay a lot of attention to us [DOU]?
18 og at du vil besøge ham hver Morgen og prøve ham hvert Øjeblik?
You look at us every morning [to see what we are doing], and examine us every moment [to see if we are doing what is right].
19 Hvorfor vil du ikke se bort fra mig? vil ikke lade mig Ro saa længe, at jeg kan synke mit Spyt?
(When will you stop looking at me and leave me alone [for a little time], long enough to swallow my spit?/Please stop looking at me and leave me alone [for a little time], long enough to swallow my spit.) [RHQ]
20 Havde jeg syndet, hvad kunde jeg gøre dig, du Menneskenes Vogter? hvorfor har du sat mig til Anstød for dig, at jeg er mig selv til en Byrde?
[Why do] you watch me constantly? If I sin, that certainly does not harm you! Why have you set me up like a target to shoot at? Do you consider me to be a heavy load that you are forced to carry?
21 Og hvorfor vil du ikke borttage min Overtrædelse og lade min Misgerning være tilgivet? thi snart skal jeg ligge under Mulde, og naar du søger mig, da er jeg ikke mere.
[If I have sinned, ] are you not able to forgive me for my sins— the things that I have done that are wrong? Soon I will lie in my grave; you will search for me, but [you will not find me because] I will be [dead and] gone.”
