Job 27
1 And Job continued his parable and said,
Job vedblev at fremsætte sit Tankesprog:
2 [As] God liveth, who hath taken away my right, and the Almighty, who hath embittered my soul,
Saa sandt Gud lever, som satte min Ret til Side, den Almægtige, som gjorde mig mod i Hu:
3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
Saa længe jeg drager Aande og har Guds Aande i Næsen,
4 My lips shall not speak unrighteousness, nor my tongue utter deceit!
skal mine Læber ej tale Uret, min Tunge ej fare med Svig!
5 Be it far from me that I should justify you; till I die I will not remove my blamelessness from me.
Langt være det fra mig at give jer Ret; til jeg udaander, opgiver jeg ikke min Uskyld.
6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart reproacheth [me] not one of my days.
Jeg hævder min Ret, jeg slipper den ikke, ingen af mine Dage piner mit Sind.
7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.
Som den gudløse gaa det min Fjende, min Modstander som den lovløse!
8 For what is the hope of the ungodly, when [God] cutteth him off, when God taketh away his soul?
Thi hvad er den vanhelliges Haab, naar Gud bortskærer og kræver hans Sjæl?
9 Will God hear his cry when distress cometh upon him?
Hører mon Gud hans Skrig, naar Angst kommer over ham?
10 Doth he delight himself in the Almighty? will he at all times call upon God?
Mon han kan fryde sig over den Almægtige, føjer han ham, naar han paakalder ham?
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; what is with the Almighty will I not conceal.
Jeg vil lære jer om Guds Haand, den Almægtiges Tanker dølger jeg ikke;
12 Behold, ye yourselves have all seen [it]; and why are ye thus altogether vain?
se, selv har I alle set det, hvi har I saa tomme Tanker?
13 This is the portion of the wicked man with God, and the heritage of the violent, which they receive from the Almighty: —
Det er den gudløses Lod fra Gud, Arven, som Voldsmænd faar fra den Almægtige:
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword, and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread;
Vokser hans Sønner, er det for Sværdet, hans Afkom mættes ikke med Brød;
15 Those that remain of him shall be buried by death, and his widows shall not weep.
de øvrige bringer Pesten i Graven, deres Enker kan ej holde Klage over dem.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
Opdynger han Sølv som Støv og samler sig Klæder som Ler —
17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on; and the innocent shall divide the silver.
han samler, men den retfærdige klæder sig i dem, og Sølvet arver den skyldfri;
18 He buildeth his house as the moth, and as a booth that a keeper maketh.
han bygger sit Hus som en Edderkops, som Hytten, en Vogter gør sig;
19 He lieth down rich, but will do so no more; he openeth his eyes, and he is not.
han lægger sig rig, men for sidste Gang, han slaar Øjnene op, og er det ej mer;
20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a whirlwind stealeth him away in the night.
Rædsler naar ham som Vande, ved Nat river Stormen ham bort;
21 The east wind carrieth him away and he is gone; and as a storm it hurleth him out of his place.
løftet af Østenstorm farer han bort, den fejer ham væk fra hans Sted.
22 And [God] shall cast upon him and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
Skaanselsløst skyder han paa ham, i Hast maa han fly fra hans Haand;
23 [Men] shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
man klapper i Hænderne mod ham og piber ham bort fra hans Sted!
