Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
Brudt er min Aand, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje maa skue.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Haandslag?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
den, der forraader Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhaandet vokser i Kraft.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand finder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
vil jeg haabe, faar jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forraadnelsen Moder og Søster.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Hvor er da vel mit Haab, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
