Job 19
1 Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:
Job replied,
2 "Hvor længe vil I krænke min Sjæl og slå mig sønder med Ord?
“How long will you go on tormenting me? How long will you go on crushing me with words?
3 I håner mig nu for tiende Gang, mishandler mig uden Skam.
Ten times already you have humiliated me. Aren't you ashamed for treating me so badly?
4 Har jeg da virkelig fejlet, hænger der Fejl ved mig?
Even if I did sin, that's my problem, and has nothing to do with you.
5 Eller gør I jer store imod mig og revser mig ved at smæde?
You think you're so much better than me, and you use my degradation against me.
6 Så vid da, at Gud har bøjet min Ret, omspændt mig med sit Net.
But you should realize that it's God who has wronged me, he has trapped me in his net.
7 Se, jeg skriger: Vold! men får ikke Svar, råber om Hjælp, der er ingen Ret.
Even though I cry for help, I get no answer; even though I shout my objections, I get no justice.
8 Han spærred min Vej, jeg kom ikke frem, han hylled mine Stier i Mørke;
God has walled me in so I can't escape; he has plunged my path into darkness.
9 han klædte mig af for min Ære, berøved mit Hoved Kronen,
He has stripped my honor from me; he has taken away my reputation.
10 brød mig ned overalt, så jeg må bort, oprykked mit Håb som Træet;
He tears me down from all sides until I am finished; he has destroyed my hope like a tree that is uprooted.
11 hans Vrede blussede mod mig, han regner mig for sin Fjende;
His anger burns against me; he treats me as one of his enemies.
12 samlede rykker hans Flokke frem og bryder sig Vej imod mig, de lejrer sig om mit Telt.
God's troops assemble to attack me. They build ramparts against me. They encircle and besiege my home.
13 Mine Brødre har fjernet sig fra mig, Venner er fremmede for mig,
He has driven my brothers far away from me; all my former friends are estranged from me.
14 mine nærmeste og Hendinge holder sig fra mig, de, der er i mit Hus, har glemt mig;
My relatives have abandoned me; my close friends have forgotten me.
15 mine Piger regner mig for en fremmed, vildfremmed er jeg i deres Øjne;
My house guests and my maidservants treat me as a stranger—to them I have become a foreigner.
16 ej svarer min Træl, når jeg kalder, jeg må trygle ham med min Mund;
I call my servant, but he doesn't reply. I have to beg him!
17 ved min Ånde væmmes min Hustru, mine egne Brødre er jeg en Stank;
I am repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own brothers.
18 selv Drenge agter mig ringe, når jeg reljser mig, taler de mod mig;
Even young children despise me; when I stand up they ridicule me.
19 Standsfælleræmmes til Hobe ved mig, de, jeg elskede, vender sig mod mig.
All my closest friends despise me, and those I loved have turned on me.
20 Benene hænger fast ved min Hud, med Kødet i Tænderne slap jeg bort.
I've been reduced to skin and bones and I survive by the skin of my teeth.
21 Nåde, mine Venner, Nåde, thi Guds Hånd har rørt mig!
Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, because God has struck me down!
22 Hvi forfølger og I mig som Gud og mættes ej af mit Kød?
Why are you persecuting me like God does? Aren't you satisfied with getting your pound of flesh?
23 Ak, gid mine Ord blev skrevet op, blev tegnet op i en Bog,
I wish my words could be written down, recorded in a book,
24 med Griffel af Jern, med Bly indristet i Hlippen for evigt!
or engraved with an iron pen and molten lead in the rock forever.
25 Men jeg ved, at min Løser lever, over Støvet vil en Forsvarer stå frem.
I know my Redeemer is alive, and that he shall finally take the stand for me on the earth.
26 Når min sønderslidte Hud er borte, skal jeg ud fra mit Kød skue Gud,
Even though my skin is destroyed, in my body I shall see God.
27 hvem jeg skal se på min Side; ham skal mine Øjne se, ingen fremmed! Mine Nyrer forgår i mit Indre!
I myself will see him—with my own eyes, and not those of someone else! The thought overcomes me!
28 Når I siger: "Hor vi skal forfølge ham, Sagens Rod vil vi udfinde hos ham!"
You say to yourselves, ‘How can we make him suffer so he can see he is the source of his problems?’
29 så tag jer i Vare for Sværdet; thi Vrede rammer de lovløse, at I skal kende, der kommer en Dom!
You yourselves should fear being punished by God, for you know anger brings God's punishment that accompanies judgment.”
