Job 9
1 Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:
Then responded Job, and said—
2 "Jeg ved forvist, at således er det, hvad Ret har en dødelig over for Gud?
Of a truth, I know that so it is, But how can a mortal be just with GOD?
3 Vilde Gud gå i Rette med ham, kan han ikke svare på et af tusind!
If he choose to contend with him, he cannot answer him, one of a thousand:
4 Viis af Hjerte og vældig i Kraft hvo trodsede ham og slap vel derfra?
Wise in heart, and alert in vigour, What man hath hardened himself against him, and prospered!
5 Han flytter Bjerge så let som intet, vælter dem om i sin Vrede,
Who removeth mountains, unawares, Who overturneth them in his anger;
6 ryster Jorden ud af dens Fuger, så dens Grundstøtter bæver;
Who shaketh the earth, out of its place, and, the pillars thereof, shudder;
7 han taler til solen, så skinner den ikke, for Stjernerne sætter han Segl,
Who commandeth the sun, and it breaketh not forth, and, about the stars, he putteth a seal;
8 han udspænder Himlen ene, skrider hen over Havets Kamme,
Who spreadeth out fire heavens, by himself alone! and marcheth along, on the heights of the sea;
9 han skabte Bjørnen, Orion, Syvstjernen og Sydens Kamre,
Who made the Bear, the Giant and the Cluster, and the chambers of the south;
10 han øver ufattelig Vælde og Undere uden Tal!
Who doeth great things, past finding out, and marvels, beyond number.
11 Går han forbi mig, ser jeg ham ikke, farer han hen, jeg mærker ham ikke;
Lo! he cometh upon me, yet can I not see him, Yea he passeth on, yet can I not discern him.
12 røver han, hvem mon der hindrer ham i det? Hvo siger til ham: "Hvad gør du?"
Lo! he snatcheth away, who can bring it back? Who shall say unto him, What wouldst thou do?
13 Gud lægger ikke Bånd på sin Vrede, Rahabs Hjælpere bøjed sig under ham;
As for GOD, if he withdraw not his anger, under him, will have submitted themselves—the proud helpers.
14 hvor kan jeg da give ham Svar og rettelig føje min Tale for ham!
How much less that, I, should answer him, should choose my words with him?
15 Har jeg end Ret, jeg kan dog ej svare, må bede min Dommer om Nåde!
Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, to be absolved, I would make supplication.
16 Nævned jeg ham, han svared mig ikke, han hørte, tror jeg, ikke min Røst,
Though I had called, and he had answered me, I could not believe, that he would lend an ear to my voice.
17 han, som river mig bort i Stormen, giver mig - Sår på Sår uden Grund,
For, with a tempest, would he fall upon me, and would multiply my wounds without need;
18 ikke lader mig drage Ånde, men lader mig mættes med beskeing.
He would not suffer me to recover my breath, for he would surfeit me with bitter things.
19 Gælder det Kæmpekraft, melder han sig! Gælder det Ret, hvo stævner ham da!
If it regardeth vigour, bold is he! If justice, who could summon him?
20 Har jeg end Ret, må min Mund dog fælde mig, er jeg end skyldfri, han gør mig dog vrang!
If I should justify myself, mine own mouth, would condemn me, —I blameless? then had it shewn me perverse.
21 Skyldfri er jeg, ser bort fra min Sjæl og agter mit Liv for intet!
I blameless? I should not know my own soul, I should despise my own life!
22 Lige meget; jeg påstår derfor: Skyldfri og skyldig gør han til intet!
One thing, there is, for which cause, I have said it, The blameless and the lawless, he bringeth to an end.
23 Når Svøben kommer med Død i et Nu, så spotter han skyldfries Hjertekval;
If, a scourge, slay suddenly, at the despair of innocent ones, he mocketh.
24 Jorden gav han i gudløses Hånd, hylder dens Dommeres Øjne til, hvem ellers, om ikke han?
The earth, hath been given into the hand of a lawless one, The faces of her judges, he covereth, If not, then who is it?
25 Raskere end Løberen fløj mine Dage, de svandt og så ikke Lykke,
My days, therefore, are swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have seen no good.
26 gled hen som Både af Si, som en Ørn, der slår ned på Bytte.
They have passed away with boats of paper-reed, like a vulture [which] rusheth upon food.
27 Dersom jeg siger: "Mit Suk vil jeg glemme, glatte mit Ansigt og være glad,"
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will lay aside my sad countenance, and brighten up,
28 må jeg dog grue for al min Smerte, jeg ved, du kender mig ikke fri.
I am afraid of all my pains, I know, that thou wilt not pronounce me innocent.
29 Jeg skal nu engang være skyldig, hvorfor da slide til ingen Nytte?
I, shall be held guilty, —Wherefore then, in vain, should I toil?
30 Toed jeg mig i Sne og tvætted i Lud mine Hænder,
Though I bathe myself in snow water, and cleanse, in cleanness itself, my hands,
31 du dypped mig dog i Pølen, så Klæderne væmmedes ved mig.
Then, in a ditch, wouldst thou plunge me, and mine own clothes should abhor me:
32 Thi du er ikke en Mand som jeg, så jeg kunde svare, så vi kunde gå for Retten sammen;
For he is not a man like myself, whom I might answer, nor could we come together into judgment:
33 vi savner en Voldgiftsmand til at lægge sin Hånd på os begge!
There is not, between us, a mediator, who might lay his hand upon us both.
34 Fried han mig for sin Stok, og skræmmed hans Rædsler mig ikke,
Let him take from off me his rod, and, his terror, let it not startle me:
35 da talte jeg uden at frygte ham, thi min Dom om mig selv er en anden!
I could speak, and not be afraid of him, although, not so, am, I, in myself!
