Job 19
1 Job replied,
Då svara Job og sagde:
2 “How long will you go on tormenting me? How long will you go on crushing me with words?
«Kor lenge vil mi sjel de harma og krasa meg med dykkar ord?
3 Ten times already you have humiliated me. Aren't you ashamed for treating me so badly?
Ti gonger hev de no meg spotta; de skjemmest ei å krenkja meg.
4 Even if I did sin, that's my problem, and has nothing to do with you.
Hev eg i røyndi mistak gjort, dei mistak er mi eigi sak.
5 You think you're so much better than me, and you use my degradation against me.
Vil de dykk briska imot meg, som um eg lid mi skam med rette?
6 But you should realize that it's God who has wronged me, he has trapped me in his net.
Hugs på at Gud hev bøygt meg ned og spana kringum meg sitt garn.
7 Even though I cry for help, I get no answer; even though I shout my objections, I get no justice.
Eg ropar: «Vald!» - men eg fær’kje svar; eg ropar: «Hjelp!» men fær’kje rett.
8 God has walled me in so I can't escape; he has plunged my path into darkness.
Han stengjer vegen for min fot, og myrker legg han på min stig.
9 He has stripped my honor from me; he has taken away my reputation.
Min heidersklædnad drog han av; han frå mitt hovud kransen tok.
10 He tears me down from all sides until I am finished; he has destroyed my hope like a tree that is uprooted.
Mi vern han braut, so eg gjekk under, mi von sleit han lik treet upp.
11 His anger burns against me; he treats me as one of his enemies.
Hans vreide logar meg imot, og for ein fiend’ held han meg.
12 God's troops assemble to attack me. They build ramparts against me. They encircle and besiege my home.
Hans skarar stemner fram mot meg; dei brøyter seg ein veg mot meg og lægrar seg kring tjeldet mitt.
13 He has driven my brothers far away from me; all my former friends are estranged from me.
Han dreiv ifrå meg mine frendar, og kjenningar vart framande.
14 My relatives have abandoned me; my close friends have forgotten me.
Skyldfolki held seg burte frå meg, husvenerne hev gløymt meg burt.
15 My house guests and my maidservants treat me as a stranger—to them I have become a foreigner.
For hjon og tenar er eg framand; dei held meg for ein ukjend mann.
16 I call my servant, but he doesn't reply. I have to beg him!
Ei svarar drengen på mitt rop. Eg må med munnen tigga honom;
17 I am repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own brothers.
min ande byd imot for kona, eg tevjar ilt for mine sambrør.
18 Even young children despise me; when I stand up they ridicule me.
Jamvel smågutar spottar meg, når eg stend upp, dei talar mot meg.
19 All my closest friends despise me, and those I loved have turned on me.
Dei styggjest for meg mine vener, og dei eg elska, snur seg mot meg.
20 I've been reduced to skin and bones and I survive by the skin of my teeth.
Min kropp er berre skin og bein, snaudt hev eg endå tannkjøt att.
21 Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, because God has struck me down!
Hav medynk, medynk, mine vener! Gud hev meg råka med si hand.
22 Why are you persecuting me like God does? Aren't you satisfied with getting your pound of flesh?
Kvifor skal de som Gud meg jaga, og vert ei mette av mitt kjøt?
23 I wish my words could be written down, recorded in a book,
Å, gjev at mine ord vart skrivne, og i ei bok vart rita inn,
24 or engraved with an iron pen and molten lead in the rock forever.
ja, vart med jarnmeitel og bly for ævleg tid i berget hogne!
25 I know my Redeemer is alive, and that he shall finally take the stand for me on the earth.
Eg veit at min utløysar liver, til sist han yver moldi kjem.
26 Even though my skin is destroyed, in my body I shall see God.
Og når mi hud er øydelagd, ut frå mitt kjøt då ser eg Gud,
27 I myself will see him—with my own eyes, and not those of someone else! The thought overcomes me!
eg honom ser som venen min, mitt auga ser det, ingen framand! Å, nyro lengtar i mitt liv!
28 You say to yourselves, ‘How can we make him suffer so he can see he is the source of his problems?’
De segjer: «Me vil jaga honom!» - som um orsaki låg hjå meg!
29 You yourselves should fear being punished by God, for you know anger brings God's punishment that accompanies judgment.”
Men de lyt agta dykk for sverdet; for vreide vert ved sverdet straffa. Og de skal vita: domen kjem.»
