Job 20
1 Saa tog Na'amatiten Zofar til Orde og sagde:
Forsothe Sophar Naamathites answeride, and seide,
2 Derfor bruser Tankerne i mig, og derfor stormer det i mig;
Therfor my thouytis dyuerse comen oon aftir anothir; and the mynde is rauyischid in to dyuerse thingis.
3 til min Skam maa jeg høre paa Tugt, faar tankeløst Mundsvejr til Svar!
Y schal here the techyng, bi which thou repreuest me; and the spirit of myn vndurstondyng schal answere me.
4 Ved du da ikke fra Arilds Tid, fra Tiden, da Mennesket sattes paa Jorden,
Y woot this fro the bigynnyng, sithen man was set on erthe,
5 at gudløses Jubel er kort og vanhelliges Glæde stakket?
that the preisyng of wickid men is schort, and the ioie of an ypocrite is at the licnesse of a poynt.
6 Steg end hans Hovmod til Himlen, raged hans Hoved i Sky,
Thouy his pride `stieth in to heuene, and his heed touchith the cloudis,
7 som sit Skarn forgaar han for evigt, de, der saa ham, siger: »Hvor er han?«
he schal be lost in the ende, as a dunghil; and, thei that sien hym, schulen seie, Where is he?
8 Han flyr som en Drøm, man finder ham ikke, som et Nattesyn jages han bort;
As a dreem fleynge awei he schal not be foundun; he schal passe as `a nyytis siyt.
9 Øjet, der saa ham, ser ham ej mer, hans Sted faar ham aldrig at se igen.
The iye that siy hym schal not se; and his place schal no more biholde him.
10 Hans Sønner bejler til ringes Yndest, hans Hænder maa give hans Gods tilbage.
Hise sones schulen be `al to-brokun with nedynesse; and hise hondis schulen yelde to hym his sorewe.
11 Hans Ben var fulde af Ungdomskraft, men den lægger sig med ham i Støvet.
Hise boonys schulen be fillid with the vices of his yong wexynge age; and schulen slepe with hym in dust.
12 Er det onde end sødt i hans Mund, naar han gemmer det under sin Tunge,
For whanne yuel was swete in his mouth, he hidde it vndur his tunge.
13 sparer paa det og slipper det ikke, holder det fast til sin Gane,
He schal spare it, and schal not forsake it; and schal hide in his throte.
14 saa bliver dog Maden i hans Indre til Slangegift inden i ham;
His breed in his wombe schal be turned in to galle of snakis withynne.
15 Godset, han slugte, maa han spy ud, Gud driver det ud af hans Bug,
He schal spue out the richessis, whiche he deuouride; and God schal drawe tho ritchessis out of his wombe.
16 han indsuger Slangernes Gift, og Øgleungen slaar ham ihjel;
He schal souke the heed of snakis; and the tunge of an addre schal sle hym.
17 han skuer ej Strømme af Olie, Bække af Honning og Fløde;
Se he not the stremys of the flood of the stronde, of hony, and of botere.
18 han maa af med sin Vinding, svælger den ej, faar ingen Glæde af tilbyttet Gods.
He schal suffre peyne for alle thingis whiche he hath do, netheles he schal not be wastid; aftir the multitude of his fyndyngis, so and `he schal suffre.
19 Thi han knuste de ringe og lod dem ligge, ranede Huse, han ej havde bygget.
For he brake, and made nakid the hows of a pore man; he rauyschide, and bildide it not.
20 Thi han har ingen Hjælp af sin Rigdom, trods sine Skatte reddes han ikke;
And his wombe was not fillid; and whanne he hath that, that he couetide, he may not holde in possessioun.
21 ingen gik fri for hans Glubskhed, derfor varer hans Lykke ikke;
`No thing lefte of his mete; and therfor no thing schal dwelle of his goodis.
22 midt i sin Overflod har han det trangt, al Slags Nød kommer over ham.
Whanne he is fillid, he schal be maad streit; he schal `be hoot, and alle sorewe schal falle in on hym.
23 For at fylde hans Bug sender Gud sin Vredes Glød imod ham, lader sin Harme regne paa ham.
`Y wolde, that his wombe be fillid, that he sende out in to hym the ire of his strong veniaunce, and reyne his batel on hym.
24 Flyr han for Brynje af Jern, saa gennemborer ham Kobberbuen;
He schal fle yrun armuris, and he schal falle in to a brasun boowe.
25 en Kniv kommer ud af hans Ryg, et lynende Staal af hans Galde; over ham falder Rædsler,
Led out, and goynge out `of his schethe, and schynynge, `ether smytinge with leit, `in to his bittirnesse; orrible fendis schulen go, and schulen come on hym.
26 idel Mørke er opsparet til ham; Ild, der ej blæses op, fortærer ham, æder Levningen i hans Telt.
Alle derknessis ben hid in hise priuytees; fier, which is not teendid, schal deuoure hym; he schal be turmentid left in his tabernacle.
27 Himlen bringer hans Brøde for Lyset, og Jorden rejser sig mod ham.
Heuenes schulen schewe his wickidnesse; and erthe schal rise togidere ayens hym.
28 Hans Huses Vinding maa bort, rives bort paa Guds Vredes Dag.
The seed of his hows schal be opyn; it schal be drawun doun in the dai of the strong veniaunce of the Lord.
29 Slig er den gudløses Lod fra Gud og Lønnen fra Gud for hans Brøde!
This is the part of a wickid man, `which part is youun of God, and the eritage of hise wordis of the Lord.
