Job 24
1 Hvorfor har ej den Almægtige opsparet Tider, hvi får de, som kender ham, ikke hans Dage at se?
Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?
2 De onde flytter Markskel, ranede Hjorde har de på Græs.
[Some] remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed [thereof].
3 faderløses Æsel fører de bort, tager Enkens Okse som Borgen:
They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.
4 de trænger de fattige af Vejen. Landets arme må alle skjule sig.
They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together.
5 Som vilde Æsler i Ørkenen går de ud til deres Gerning søgende efter Næring; Steppen er Brød for Børnene.
Behold, [as] wild asses in the desert, go they forth to their work; rising betimes for a prey: the wilderness [yieldeth] food for them [and] for [their] children.
6 De høster på Marken om Natten, i Rigmandens Vingård sanker de efter.
They reap [every one] his corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the wicked.
7 Om Natten ligger de nøgne, uden Klæder, uden Tæppe i Hulden.
They cause the naked to lodge without clothing, that [they have] no covering in the cold.
8 De vædes af Bjergenes Regnskyl, klamrer sig af Mangel på Ly til Klippen.
They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.
9 - Man river den faderløse fra Brystet, tager den armes Barn som Borgen.
They pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor.
10 Nøgne vandrer de, uden Klæder, sultne bærer de Neg;
They cause [him] to go naked without clothing, and they take away the sheaf [from] the hungry;
11 mellem Murene presser de Olie. de træder Persen og tørster.
[Which] make oil within their walls, [and] tread [their] winepresses, and suffer thirst.
12 De drives fra By og Hus, og Børnenes Hunger skriger. Men Gud, han ænser ej vrangt.
Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly [to them].
13 Andre hører til Lysets Fjender, de kender ikke hans Veje og holder sig ej på hans Stier:
They are of those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof.
14 Før det lysner, står Morderen op, han myrder arm og fattig; om Natten sniger Tyven sig om;
The murderer rising with the light killeth the poor and needy, and in the night is as a thief.
15 Horkarlens Øje lurer på Skumring, han tænker: "Intet Øje kan se mig!" og skjuler sit Ansigt under en Maske.
The eye also of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, saying, No eye shall see me: and disguiseth [his] face.
16 I Mørke bryder de ind i Huse, de lukker sig inde om Dagen, thi ingen af dem vil vide af Lys.
In the dark they dig through houses, [which] they had marked for themselves in the daytime: they know not the light.
17 For dem er Mørket Morgen, thide er kendt med Mørkets Rædsler.
For the morning [is] to them even as the shadow of death: if [one] know [them, they are in] the terrors of the shadow of death.
18 Over Vandfladen jages han hen, hans Arvelod i Landet forbandes, han færdes ikke på Vejen til Vingården.
He [is] swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.
Drought and heat consume the snow waters: [so doth] the grave [those which] have sinned. (Sheol h7585)
20 Han er glemt på sin Hjemstavns Torv, hans Storhed kommes ej mer i Hu, Uretten knækkes som Træet.
The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.
21 Han var ond mod den golde, der ikke fødte, mod Enken gjorde han ikke vel;
He evil entreateth the barren [that] beareth not: and doeth not good to the widow.
22 dem, det gik skævt, rev han bort i sin Vælde. Han står op og er ikke tryg på sit Liv,
He draweth also the mighty with his power: he riseth up, and no [man] is sure of life.
23 han styrtes uden Håb og Støtte, og på hans Veje er idel Nød.
[Though] it be given him [to be] in safety, whereon he resteth; yet his eyes [are] upon their ways.
24 Hans Storhed er stakket, så er han ej mer, han bøjes og skrumper ind som Melde og skæres af som Aksenes Top.
They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all [other], and cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.
25 Og hvis ikke - hvo gør mig til Løgner, hvo gør mine Ord til intet?
And if [it be] not [so] now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?
