Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
5 As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
vil jeg håbe, får jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
