Job 26
1 Then Job made answer and said,
Da tok Job til orde og sa:
2 How have you given help to him who has no power! how have you been the salvation of the arm which has no strength!
Hvor du har hjulpet den avmektige, støttet den kraftløse arm!
3 How have you given teaching to him who has no wisdom, and fully made clear true knowledge!
Hvor du har gitt den uvise råd, og hvilket overmål av visdom du har lagt for dagen!
4 To whom have your words been said? and whose spirit came out from you?
Hvem har du fremført dine ord for, og hvis ånd har talt gjennem dig?
5 The shades in the underworld are shaking; the waters and those living in them.
Dødsrikets skygger skjelver, vannenes dyp og de som bor i dem.
Dødsriket ligger åpent for ham og avgrunnen uten dekke. (Sheol h7585)
7 By his hand the north is stretched out in space, and the earth is hanging on nothing.
Han breder Norden ut over det øde rum, han henger jorden på intet.
8 By him the waters are shut up in his thick clouds, and the cloud does not give way under them.
Han binder vannene sammen i sine skyer, og skyene brister ikke under dem.
9 By him the face of his high seat is veiled, and his cloud stretched out over it.
Han lukker for sin trone, breder sine skyer over den.
10 By him a circle is marked out on the face of the waters, to the limits of the light and the dark.
En grense har han dradd i en ring over vannene, der hvor lyset grenser til mørket.
11 The pillars of heaven are shaking, and are overcome by his sharp words.
Himmelens støtter skjelver, og de forferdes for hans trusel.
12 By his power the sea was made quiet; and by his wisdom Rahab was wounded.
Ved sin kraft oprører han havet, og ved sin forstand knuser han Rahab.
13 By his wind the heavens become bright: by his hand the quickly moving snake was cut through.
Ved hans ånde blir himmelen klar; hans hånd gjennemborer den lettfarende drage.
14 See, these are only the outskirts of his ways; and how small is that which comes to our ears about him! But the thunder of his acts of power is outside all knowledge.
Se, dette er bare utkantene av hans verk; hvor svak er lyden av det ord vi hører! Men hans veldes torden - hvem forstår den?
