Job 19
1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,
Saa tog Job til Orde og svarede:
2 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
Hvor længe vil I krænke min Sjæl og slaa mig sønder med Ord?
3 Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.
I haaner mig nu for tiende Gang, mishandler mig uden Skam.
4 And though I had in deede erred, mine errour remaineth with me.
Har jeg da virkelig fejlet, hænger der Fejl ved mig?
5 But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche,
Eller gør I jer store imod mig og revser mig ved at smæde?
6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
Saa vid da, at Gud har bøjet min Ret, omspændt mig med sit Net.
7 Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
Se, jeg skriger: Vold! men faar ikke Svar, raaber om Hjælp, der er ingen Ret.
8 Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
Han spærred min Vej, jeg kom ikke frem, han hylled mine Stier i Mørke;
9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
han klædte mig af for min Ære, berøved mit Hoved Kronen,
10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
brød mig ned overalt, saa jeg maa bort, oprykked mit Haab som Træet;
11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
hans Vrede blussede mod mig, han regner mig for sin Fjende;
12 His armies came together, and made their way vpon me, and camped about my tabernacle.
samlede rykker hans Flokke frem og bryder sig Vej imod mig, de lejrer sig om mit Telt.
13 He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me.
Mine Brødre har fjernet sig fra mig, Venner er fremmede for mig,
14 My neighbours haue forsaken me, and my familiars haue forgotten me.
mine nærmeste og Kendinge holder sig fra mig, de, der er i mit Hus, har glemt mig;
15 They that dwel in mine house, and my maydes tooke me for a stranger: for I was a stranger in their sight.
mine Piger regner mig for en fremmed, vildfremmed er jeg i deres Øjne;
16 I called my seruant, but he would not answere, though I prayed him with my mouth.
ej svarer min Træl, naar jeg kalder, jeg maa trygle ham med min Mund;
17 My breath was strange vnto my wife, though I prayed her for the childrens sake of mine owne body.
ved min Aande væmmes min Hustru, mine egne Brødre er jeg en Stank;
18 The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.
selv Drenge agter mig ringe, naar jeg rejser mig, taler de mod mig;
19 All my secret friends abhorred me, and they whome I loued, are turned against me.
Standsfæller væmmes til Hobe ved mig, de, jeg elskede, vender sig mod mig.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
Benene hænger fast ved min Hud, med Kødet i Tænderne slap jeg bort.
21 Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande 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 that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
Ak, gid mine Ord blev skrevet op, blev tegnet op i en Bog,
24 And grauen with an yron pen in lead, or in stone for euer!
med Griffel af Jern, med Bly indristet i Klippen for evigt!
25 For I am sure, that my Redeemer liueth, and he shall stand the last on the earth.
Men jeg ved, at min Løser lever, over Støvet vil en Forsvarer staa frem.
26 And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
Naar min sønderslidte Hud er borte, skal jeg ud fra mit Kød skue Gud,
27 Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes 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 But yee sayde, Why is hee persecuted? And there was a deepe matter in me.
Naar I siger: »Hor vi skal forfølge ham, Sagens Rod vil vi udfinde hos ham!«
29 Be ye afraide of the sworde: for the sworde will be auenged of wickednesse, that yee may knowe that there is a iudgement.
saa tag jer i Vare for Sværdet; thi Vrede rammer de lovløse, at I skal kende, der kommer en Dom!
