Job 19
1 And Job answered and said,
Saa tog Job til Orde og svarede:
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and crush me with words?
Hvor længe vil I krænke min Sjæl og slaa mig sønder med Ord?
3 These ten times have ye reproached me; ye are not ashamed to stupefy me.
I haaner mig nu for tiende Gang, mishandler mig uden Skam.
4 And be it [that] I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.
Har jeg da virkelig fejlet, hænger der Fejl ved mig?
5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and prove against me my reproach,
Eller gør I jer store imod mig og revser mig ved at smæde?
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath surrounded me with his net.
Saa vid da, at Gud har bøjet min Ret, omspændt mig med sit Net.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, and I am not heard; I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Se, jeg skriger: Vold! men faar ikke Svar, raaber om Hjælp, der er ingen Ret.
8 He hath hedged up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
Han spærred min Vej, jeg kom ikke frem, han hylled mine Stier i Mørke;
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
han klædte mig af for min Ære, berøved mit Hoved Kronen,
10 He breaketh me down on every side, and I am gone; and my hope hath he torn up as a tree.
brød mig ned overalt, saa jeg maa bort, oprykked mit Haab som Træet;
11 And he hath kindled his anger against me, and hath counted me unto him as one of his enemies.
hans Vrede blussede mod mig, han regner mig for sin Fjende;
12 His troops have come together and cast up their way against me, and have encamped round about my tent.
samlede rykker hans Flokke frem og bryder sig Vej imod mig, de lejrer sig om mit Telt.
13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are quite estranged from me.
Mine Brødre har fjernet sig fra mig, Venner er fremmede for mig,
14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my known friends have forgotten me.
mine nærmeste og Kendinge holder sig fra mig, de, der er i mit Hus, har glemt mig;
15 The sojourners in my house and my maids count me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.
mine Piger regner mig for en fremmed, vildfremmed er jeg i deres Øjne;
16 I called my servant, and he answered not; I entreated him with my mouth.
ej svarer min Træl, naar jeg kalder, jeg maa trygle ham med min Mund;
17 My breath is strange to my wife, and my entreaties to the children of my [mother's] womb.
ved min Aande væmmes min Hustru, mine egne Brødre er jeg en Stank;
18 Even young children despise me; I rise up, and they speak against me.
selv Drenge agter mig ringe, naar jeg rejser mig, taler de mod mig;
19 All my intimate friends abhor me, and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Standsfæller væmmes til Hobe ved mig, de, jeg elskede, vender sig mod mig.
20 My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Benene hænger fast ved min Hud, med Kødet i Tænderne slap jeg bort.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Naade, mine Venner, Naade, thi Guds Haand har rørt mig!
22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Hvi forfølger og I mig som Gud og mættes ej af mit Kød?
23 Oh would that my words were written! oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Ak, gid mine Ord blev skrevet op, blev tegnet op i en Bog,
24 That with an iron style and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
med Griffel af Jern, med Bly indristet i Klippen for evigt!
25 And [as for] me, I know that my Redeemer liveth, and the Last, he shall stand upon the earth;
Men jeg ved, at min Løser lever, over Støvet vil en Forsvarer staa frem.
26 And [if] after my skin this shall be destroyed, yet from out of my flesh shall I see God;
Naar min sønderslidte Hud er borte, skal jeg ud fra mit Kød skue Gud,
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another: — my reins are consumed within me.
hvem jeg skal se paa min Side; ham skal mine Øjne se, ingen fremmed! Mine Nyrer forgaar i mit Indre!
28 If ye say, How shall we persecute him? when the root of the matter is found in me,
Naar I siger: »Hor vi skal forfølge ham, Sagens Rod vil vi udfinde hos ham!«
29 Be ye yourselves afraid of the sword! for the sword is fury against misdeeds, that ye may know there is a judgment.
saa tag jer i Vare for Sværdet; thi Vrede rammer de lovløse, at I skal kende, der kommer en Dom!
