Job 17
1 Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch. (Sheol h7585)
14 Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.
To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
