Job 19
1 Saa tog Job til Orde og svarede:
And Job made answer and said,
2 Hvor længe vil I krænke min Sjæl og slaa mig sønder med Ord?
How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
3 I haaner mig nu for tiende Gang, mishandler mig uden Skam.
Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
4 Har jeg da virkelig fejlet, hænger der Fejl ved mig?
And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself.
5 Eller gør I jer store imod mig og revser mig ved at smæde?
If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
6 Saa vid da, at Gud har bøjet min Ret, omspændt mig med sit Net.
Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
7 Se, jeg skriger: Vold! men faar ikke Svar, raaber om Hjælp, der er ingen Ret.
Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
8 Han spærred min Vej, jeg kom ikke frem, han hylled mine Stier i Mørke;
My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9 han klædte mig af for min Ære, berøved mit Hoved Kronen,
He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10 brød mig ned overalt, saa jeg maa bort, oprykked mit Haab som Træet;
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11 hans Vrede blussede mod mig, han regner mig for sin Fjende;
His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
12 samlede rykker hans Flokke frem og bryder sig Vej imod mig, de lejrer sig om mit Telt.
His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
13 Mine Brødre har fjernet sig fra mig, Venner er fremmede for mig,
He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14 mine nærmeste og Kendinge holder sig fra mig, de, der er i mit Hus, har glemt mig;
My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
15 mine Piger regner mig for en fremmed, vildfremmed er jeg i deres Øjne;
I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
16 ej svarer min Træl, naar jeg kalder, jeg maa trygle ham med min Mund;
At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
17 ved min Aande væmmes min Hustru, mine egne Brødre er jeg en Stank;
My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
18 selv Drenge agter mig ringe, naar jeg rejser mig, taler de mod mig;
Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 Standsfæller væmmes til Hobe ved mig, de, jeg elskede, vender sig mod mig.
All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 Benene hænger fast ved min Hud, med Kødet i Tænderne slap jeg bort.
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 Naade, mine Venner, Naade, thi Guds Haand har rørt mig!
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
22 Hvi forfølger og I mig som Gud og mættes ej af mit Kød?
Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
23 Ak, gid mine Ord blev skrevet op, blev tegnet op i en Bog,
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
24 med Griffel af Jern, med Bly indristet i Klippen for evigt!
And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
25 Men jeg ved, at min Løser lever, over Støvet vil en Forsvarer staa frem.
But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
26 Naar min sønderslidte Hud er borte, skal jeg ud fra mit Kød skue Gud,
And ... without my flesh I will see God;
27 hvem jeg skal se paa min Side; ham skal mine Øjne se, ingen fremmed! Mine Nyrer forgaar i mit Indre!
Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
28 Naar I siger: »Hor vi skal forfølge ham, Sagens Rod vil vi udfinde hos ham!«
If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
29 saa tag jer i Vare for Sværdet; thi Vrede rammer de lovløse, at I skal kende, der kommer en Dom!
Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.
