Job 3
1 Derefter oplod Job sin Mund og forbandede sin Dag,
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 og Job tog til Orde og sagde:
And Job answered and said:
3 Bort med den Dag, jeg fødtes, den Nat, der sagde: "Se, en Dreng!"
Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
4 Denne Dag vorde Mørke, Gud deroppe spørge ej om den, over den stråle ej Lyset frem!
Let that day be darkness; Let not God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Mulm og Mørke løse den ind, Tåge lægge sig over den, Formørkelser skræmme den!
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
6 Mørket tage den Nat, den høre ej hjemme blandt Årets Dage, den komme ikke i Måneders Tal!
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Ja, denne Nat vorde gold, der lyde ej Jubel i den!
Lo, let that night be barren; Let no joyful voice come therein.
8 De, der besværger Dage, forbande den, de, der har lært at hidse Livjatan";
Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9 dens Morgenstjerner formørkes, den bie forgæves på Lys, den skue ej Morgenrødens Øjenlåg,
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
10 fordi den ej lukked mig Moderlivets Døre og skjulte Kvide for mit Blik!
Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother’s] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11 Hvi døde jeg ikke i Moders Liv eller udånded straks fra Moders Skød?
Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
12 Hvorfor var der Knæ til at tage imod mig, hvorfor var der Bryster at die?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
13 Så havde jeg nu ligget og hvilet, så havde jeg slumret i Fred
For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
14 blandt Konger og Jordens Styrere, der bygged sig Gravpaladser,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
15 blandt Fyrster, rige på Guld, som fyldte deres Huse med Sølv.
Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
16 Eller var jeg dog som et nedgravet Foster. som Børn, der ikke fik Lyset at se!
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
17 Der larmer de gudløse ikke mer, der hviler de trætte ud,
There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.
18 alle de fangne har Ro, de hører ej Fogedens Røst;
There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
19 små og store er lige der og Trællen fri for sin Herre.
The small and the great are there: And the servant is free from his master.
20 Hvi giver Gud de lidende Lys, de bittert sørgende Liv,
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
21 dem, som bier forgæves på Døden, graver derefter som efter Skatte,
Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 som glæder sig til en Stenhøj, jubler, når de finder deres Grav
Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 en Mand, hvis Vej er skjult, hvem Gud har stænget inde?
[Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
24 Thi Suk er blevet mit daglige Brød, mine Ve råb strømmer som Vand.
For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25 Thi hvad jeg gruer for, rammer mig, hvad jeg bæver for, kommer over mig.
For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
26 Knap har jeg Fred, og knap har jeg Ro, knap har jeg Hvile, så kommer Uro!
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh.
