Job 24
1 Hvorfor har ej den Almægtige opsparet Tider, hvi får de, som kender ham, ikke hans Dage at se?
Why are times not laid up by the Almighty? and why do not they which know him see his days?
2 De onde flytter Markskel, ranede Hjorde har de på Græs.
There are that remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed them.
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 they go forth to their work, seeking diligently for meat; the wilderness [yieldeth] them food for their children.
6 De høster på Marken om Natten, i Rigmandens Vingård sanker de efter.
They cut their provender in the field; and they glean the vintage of the wicked.
7 Om Natten ligger de nøgne, uden Klæder, uden Tæppe i Hulden.
They lie all night naked without clothing, and 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.
There are that pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor:
10 Nøgne vandrer de, uden Klæder, sultne bærer de Neg;
[So that] they go about naked without clothing, and being an-hungred they carry the sheaves;
11 mellem Murene presser de Olie. de træder Persen og tørster.
They make oil within the walls of these men; they tread [their] winepresses, and suffer thirst.
12 De drives fra By og Hus, og Børnenes Hunger skriger. Men Gud, han ænser ej vrangt.
From out of the populous city men groan, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God imputeth it not for folly.
13 Andre hører til Lysets Fjender, de kender ikke hans Veje og holder sig ej på hans Stier:
These are of them 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 riseth with the light, he killeth the poor and needy; and in the night he 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 he 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: they shut themselves up 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 all of them as the shadow of death; for they know 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 upon the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he turneth not by the way of the vineyards.
Drought and heat consume the snow waters: [so doth] Sheol [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 unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
21 Han var ond mod den golde, der ikke fødte, mod Enken gjorde han ikke vel;
He devoureth 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 away the mighty also by 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.
[God] giveth them to be in security, and they rest thereon; and 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; yet a little while, and they are gone; yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all other, and are 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 prove me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?
