Job 17
1 Brudt er min Aand, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje maa skue.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Haandslag?
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 den, der forraader Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhaandet vokser i Kraft.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand finder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forraadnelsen Moder og Søster.
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Hvor er da vel mit Haab, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
