Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
Mi ånd er knekt, mitt liv er sløkt, no hev eg berre gravi att.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Eg hæding finn på kvar ein kant, ved deira tråss lyt auga dvelja.
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
Å, set eit pant for meg hjå deg! Kven elles skal meg handslag gjeva?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
Du stengde deira sjæl for skyn; difor vil du ikkje lyfta deim.
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 som gjev vener burt til plundring, hans søner sloknar augo på.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
Eg er for folk til ordtak sett, som ein dei sputtar beint i syni.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
Mitt auga sjukt av sorger er, og mine lemer er ein skugge.
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
Dei rettvise støkk yver slikt, og skuldfri harmast på ugudleg.
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
Men rettvis mann sin veg gjeng fram, og magti veks hjå reinhendt mann.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
Men de - kom berre alle att! Eg ingen vismann finn hjå dykk.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
Og mine dagar dei kvarv burt; og mine planar slitna sund, dei som mitt hjarta emna på.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
Men dei gjer natti um til dag, som ljos var næmare enn myrkrer.
Eit hus i helheim er mi von, i myrkret reider eg mi seng. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
Til gravi ropar eg: «Min far!» til makken: «Mor mi! Syster mi!»
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
Kvar vert det då av voni mi? Mi von, kven augnar henne då?
