Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
Vai cilvēkam nav karš virs zemes, un vai viņa dienas nav kā algādža dienas?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, and as a hireling who looks for his wages,
Tā kā kalps ilgojās pēc ēnas un kā algādzis gaida uz savu algu,
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Tāpat man nākuši daudz bēdīgi mēneši, un grūtas naktis man ir piešķirtas.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro to the dawning of the day.
Kad apguļos, tad es saku: kad atkal celšos? un vakars vilcinājās, un es apnīkstu mētāties gultā līdz gaismai.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Mana miesa ir apsegta ar tārpiem un vātīm, mana āda sadzīst un čūlo atkal.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Manas dienas ir ātrākas nekā vēvera (audēja) spole un beidzās bez nekādas cerības.
7 O remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
Piemini, ka mana dzīvība ir vējš un mana acs labuma vairs neredzēs.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall behold me no more. Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
Acs, kas nu mani redz, manis vairs neredzēs. Tavas acis uz mani skatās, un es vairs neesmu.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Mākonis iznīkst un aiziet, - tāpat kas kapā nogrimst, nenāks atkal augšām. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him any more.
Viņš neatgriezīsies atkal savā namā, un viņa vieta viņu vairs nepazīs.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Tā tad es savu muti neturēšu, es runāšu savās sirds bēdās, es žēlošos savā sirdsrūgtumā.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou set a watch over me?
Vai tad es esmu kā jūra, vai kā liela jūras zivs, ka tu ap mani noliec vakti?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint.
Kad es saku: mana gulta man iepriecinās, manas cisas atvieglinās manas vaimanas,
14 Then thou scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions,
Tad Tu mani izbiedē ar sapņiem, un caur parādīšanām Tu mani iztrūcini,
15 so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than these my bones.
Tā ka mana dvēsele vēlās būt nožņaugta, labāki mirt nekā tā izģinst.
16 I loathe my life. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.
Es esmu apnicis, man netīk mūžam dzīvot; atstājies jel no manis, jo manas dienas ir kā nekas.
17 What is man, that thou should magnify him, and that thou should set thy mind upon him,
Kas ir cilvēks, ka Tu viņu tik augsti turi un ka Tu viņu lieci vērā,
18 and that thou should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
Un viņu piemeklē ik rītu, viņu pārbaudi ik acumirkli,
19 How long will thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Ka Tu nemaz no manis neatstājies un mani nepameti, ne siekalas ierīt?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to thee, O thou watcher of men? Why have thou set me as a mark for thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Ja esmu grēkojis, ko es Tev darīšu, Tu cilvēku sargs? Kāpēc Tu mani esi licis Sev par mērķi, ka es sev pašam palicis par nastu?
21 And why do thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lie down in the dust, and thou will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
Un kāpēc Tu manus pārkāpumus nepiedod un neatņem manu noziegumu? Jo nu es apgulšos pīšļos, un kad Tu mani meklēsi, tad manis vairs nebūs.
