Job 27
1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,
Job vedblev at fremsætte sit Tankesprog:
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul
Saa sandt Gud lever, som satte min Ret til Side, den Almægtige, som gjorde mig mod i Hu:
3 (For my life is yet whole in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
Saa længe jeg drager Aande og har Guds Aande i Næsen,
4 Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, Neither shall my tongue utter deceit.
skal mine Læber ej tale Uret, min Tunge ej fare med Svig!
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you: Till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.
Langt være det fra mig at give jer Ret; til jeg udaander, opgiver jeg ikke min Uskyld.
6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach [me] so long as I live.
Jeg hævder min Ret, jeg slipper den ikke, ingen af mine Dage piner mit Sind.
7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, And let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.
Som den gudløse gaa det min Fjende, min Modstander som den lovløse!
8 For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, When God taketh away his soul?
Thi hvad er den vanhelliges Haab, naar Gud bortskærer og kræver hans Sjæl?
9 Will God hear his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?
Hører mon Gud hans Skrig, naar Angst kommer over ham?
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, And call upon God at all times?
Mon han kan fryde sig over den Almægtige, føjer han ham, naar han paakalder ham?
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.
Jeg vil lære jer om Guds Haand, den Almægtiges Tanker dølger jeg ikke;
12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?
se, selv har I alle set det, hvi har I saa tomme Tanker?
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, And the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty:
Det er den gudløses Lod fra Gud, Arven, som Voldsmænd faar fra den Almægtige:
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
Vokser hans Sønner, er det for Sværdet, hans Afkom mættes ikke med Brød;
15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death, And his widows shall make no lamentation.
de øvrige bringer Pesten i Graven, deres Enker kan ej holde Klage over dem.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;
Opdynger han Sølv som Støv og samler sig Klæder som Ler —
17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.
han samler, men den retfærdige klæder sig i dem, og Sølvet arver den skyldfri;
18 He buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.
han bygger sit Hus som en Edderkops, som Hytten, en Vogter gør sig;
19 He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered [to his fathers]; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
han lægger sig rig, men for sidste Gang, han slaar Øjnene op, og er det ej mer;
20 Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
Rædsler naar ham som Vande, ved Nat river Stormen ham bort;
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; And it sweepeth him out of his place.
løftet af Østenstorm farer han bort, den fejer ham væk fra hans Sted.
22 For [God] shall hurl at him, and not spare: He would fain flee out of his hand.
Skaanselsløst skyder han paa ham, i Hast maa han fly fra hans Haand;
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.
man klapper i Hænderne mod ham og piber ham bort fra hans Sted!
