Job 24
1 Hvorfor har ej den Almægtige opsparet Tider, hvi får de, som kender ham, ikke hans Dage at se?
Why doesn't the Almighty set a definite time to punish the wicked? Why don't those who follow him never see him act in judgment?
2 De onde flytter Markskel, ranede Hjorde har de på Græs.
The wicked move boundary stones; they seize other people's flocks and move them to their own pastures.
3 faderløses Æsel fører de bort, tager Enkens Okse som Borgen:
They steal the orphan's donkey; they take the widow's ox as security for a debt.
4 de trænger de fattige af Vejen. Landets arme må alle skjule sig.
They push the poor out of their way; the destitute are forced to hide from them.
5 Som vilde Æsler i Ørkenen går de ud til deres Gerning søgende efter Næring; Steppen er Brød for Børnene.
Like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor have to scavenge for their food, looking for anything to feed their children in the wasteland.
6 De høster på Marken om Natten, i Rigmandens Vingård sanker de efter.
They are forced to find what they can in other people's fields, to glean among the vineyards of the wicked.
7 Om Natten ligger de nøgne, uden Klæder, uden Tæppe i Hulden.
They spend the night naked because they have no clothes; they have nothing to cover themselves against the cold.
8 De vædes af Bjergenes Regnskyl, klamrer sig af Mangel på Ly til Klippen.
They are soaked by the cold mountain storms, and huddle beside the rocks for shelter.
9 - Man river den faderløse fra Brystet, tager den armes Barn som Borgen.
Fatherless children are snatched from their mother's breasts, taking the babies of the poor as security for a debt.
10 Nøgne vandrer de, uden Klæder, sultne bærer de Neg;
Because they have no clothes to wear they have to go naked, harvesting sheaves of grain while they themselves are hungry.
11 mellem Murene presser de Olie. de træder Persen og tørster.
In the olive groves they work to produce oil, but do not taste it; they tread the winepress, but are thirsty.
12 De drives fra By og Hus, og Børnenes Hunger skriger. Men Gud, han ænser ej vrangt.
In the city the dying groan, and the wounded cry for help, but God ignores their prayers.
13 Andre hører til Lysets Fjender, de kender ikke hans Veje og holder sig ej på hans Stier:
These are people who rebel against the light. They do not want to know its ways, or to stay on its paths.
14 Før det lysner, står Morderen op, han myrder arm og fattig; om Natten sniger Tyven sig om;
The murderer gets up at dawn to kill the poor and needy, and when night falls he becomes a thief.
15 Horkarlens Øje lurer på Skumring, han tænker: "Intet Øje kan se mig!" og skjuler sit Ansigt under en Maske.
The adulterer waits for dusk, saying to himself, ‘No one will see me now,’ and he covers his face.
16 I Mørke bryder de ind i Huse, de lukker sig inde om Dagen, thi ingen af dem vil vide af Lys.
Thieves break into houses during the night and they sleep during the day. They don't even know what the light is like!
17 For dem er Mørket Morgen, thide er kendt med Mørkets Rædsler.
Total darkness is like light to them, for they are familiar with the night.
18 Over Vandfladen jages han hen, hans Arvelod i Landet forbandes, han færdes ikke på Vejen til Vingården.
Like bubbles on the surface of a river they are quickly carried away. The land they own is cursed by God. They don't enter their own vineyards.
Just as heat and drought dry up snowmelt, so Sheol takes away those who have sinned. (Sheol h7585)
20 Han er glemt på sin Hjemstavns Torv, hans Storhed kommes ej mer i Hu, Uretten knækkes som Træet.
Even their mothers forget them, maggots feast on them, they are no longer remembered, and their wickedness becomes like a tree that is broken into pieces.
21 Han var ond mod den golde, der ikke fødte, mod Enken gjorde han ikke vel;
They mistreat childless women and are mean to widows.
22 dem, det gik skævt, rev han bort i sin Vælde. Han står op og er ikke tryg på sit Liv,
God prolongs the life of the wicked by his power; but when they arise, they have no assurance of life.
23 han styrtes uden Håb og Støtte, og på hans Veje er idel Nød.
He supports them and gives them security, but he is always watching what they're doing.
24 Hans Storhed er stakket, så er han ej mer, han bøjes og skrumper ind som Melde og skæres af som Aksenes Top.
Though they may be illustrious for a while, soon they are gone. They are brought down like all others, cut off like the heads of grain.
25 Og hvis ikke - hvo gør mig til Løgner, hvo gør mine Ord til intet?
If this isn't so, who can prove I'm a liar and there's nothing to what I say?”
