< Job 26 >
1 Then Job answered, and said,
Saa tog Job til Orde og svarede:
2 How thou have helped him who is without power! How thou have saved the arm that has no strength!
Hvor har du dog hjulpet ham, den afmægtige, støttet den kraftløse Arm!
3 How thou have counseled him who has no wisdom, and plentifully declared sound knowledge!
Hvor har du dog raadet ham, den uvise, kundgjort en Fylde af Visdom!
4 To whom have thou uttered words? And whose spirit came forth from thee?
Hvem hjalp dig med at faa Ordene frem, hvis Aand mon der talte af dig?
5 Those who are deceased tremble beneath the waters and the inhabitants of it.
Skyggerne skælver af Angst, de, som bor under Vandene;
6 Sheol is naked before God, and Abaddon has no covering. (Sheol )
blottet er Dødsriget for ham, Afgrunden uden Dække. (Sheol )
7 He stretches out the north over empty space, and hangs the earth upon nothing.
Han udspænder Norden over det tomme, ophænger Jorden paa intet;
8 He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.
Vandet binder han i sine Skyer, og Skylaget brister ikke derunder;
9 He encloses the face of his throne, and spreads his cloud upon it.
han fæstner sin Trones Hjørner og breder sit Skylag derover;
10 He has described a boundary upon the face of the waters, to the confines of light and darkness.
han drog en Kreds over Vandene, der, hvor Lys og Mørke skilles.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.
Himlens Støtter vakler, de gribes af Angst ved hans Trusel;
12 He stirs up the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smites through Rahab.
med Vælde bragte han Havet til Ro og knuste Rahab med Kløgt;
13 By his Spirit the heavens are garnished. His hand has pierced the swift serpent.
ved hans Aande klarede Himlen op hans Haand gennembored den flygtende Slange.
14 Lo, these are but the periphery of his ways. And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?
Se, det er kun Omridset af hans Vej, hvad hører vi andet end Hvisken? Hans Vældes Torden, hvo fatter vel den?