Job 39
1 “Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
Kender du Tiden, da Stengeden føder, tager du Vare på Hindenes Veer,
2 Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
tæller du mon deres Drægtigheds Måneder, kender du Tiden, de føder?
3 They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
De lægger sig ned og føder og kaster Kuldet,
4 Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
Ungerne trives, gror til i det frie, løber bort og kommer ej til dem igen.
5 Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
Hvem slap Vildæslet løs, hvem løste mon Steppeæslets Reb,
6 I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
som jeg gav Ørkenen til Hjem, den salte Steppe til Bolig?
7 He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
Det ler ad Byens Larm og hører ej Driverens Skælden;
8 He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
det ransager Bjerge, der har det sin Græsgang, det leder hvert Græsstrå op.
9 Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
Er Vildoksen villig at trælle for dig, vil den stå ved din Krybbe om Natten?
10 Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
Binder du Reb om dens Hals, pløjer den Furerne efter dig?
11 Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
Stoler du på dens store Kræfter; overlader du den din Høst?
12 Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
Tror du, den kommer tilbage og samler din Sæd på Loen?
13 The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
Mon Strudsens Vinge er lam, eller mangler den Dækfjer og Dun,
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
siden den betror sine Æg til Jorden og lader dem varmes i Sandet,
15 She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
tænker ej på, at en Fod kan knuse dem, Vildtet på Marken træde dem sønder?
16 She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
Hård ved Ungerne er den, som var de ej dens; spildt er dens Møje, det ængster den ikke.
17 For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
Thi Gud lod den glemme Visdom og gav den ej Del i Indsigt.
18 Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
Når Skytterne kommer, farer den bort, den ler ad Hest og Rytter.
19 Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
Giver du Hesten Styrke, klæder dens Hals med Manke
20 Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
og lærer den Græshoppens Spring? Dens stolte Prusten indgyder Rædsel.
21 He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
Den skraber muntert i Dalen, går Brynjen væligt i Møde;
22 He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
den ler ad Rædselen, frygter ikke og viger ikke for Sværdet;
23 A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.
Koggeret klirrer over den, Spydet og Køllen blinker;
24 Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
den sluger Vejen med gungrende Vildskab, den tøjler sig ikke, når Hornet lyder;
25 At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor. He catches the scent of battle from afar— the shouts of captains and the cry of war.
et Stød i Hornet, straks siger den: Huj! Den vejrer Kamp i det fjerne, Kampskrig og Førernes Råb.
26 Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
Skyldes det Indsigt hos dig, at Falken svinger sig op og breder sin Vinge mod Sønden?
27 Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
Skyldes det Bud fra dig, at Ørnen flyver højt og bygger sin højtsatte Rede?
28 He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
Den bygger og bor på Klipper, på Klippens Tinde og Borg;
29 From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
den spejder derfra efter Æde, viden om skuer dens Øjne.
30 His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”
Ungerne svælger i Blod; hvor Valen findes, der er den!
