Job 41
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish-hook? or press down his tongue with a cord?
Kan du trække Krokodillen op med Krog og binde dens Tunge med Snøre?
2 Canst thou put a ring into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a hook?
Kan du mon stikke et Siv i dens Snude, bore en Krog igennem dens Kæber?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee?
Mon den vil trygle dig længe og give dig gode Ord?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Mon den vil indgå en Pagt med dig, så du får den til Træl for evigt?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Han du mon lege med den som en Fugl og tøjre den for dine Pigebørn?
6 Will the bands of fishermen make a banquet of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Falbyder Fiskerlauget den og stykker den ud mellem Sælgerne?
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish-spears?
Mon du kan spække dens Hud med Kroge og med Harpuner dens Hoved?
8 Lay thy hand upon him; think upon the battle, thou wilt do so no more.
Læg dog engang din Hånd på den! Du vil huske den Kamp og gør det ej mer.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Det Håb vilde blive til Skamme, alene ved Synet lå du der.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?
Ingen drister sig til at tirre den, hvem holder Stand imod den?
11 Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
Hvem møder den og slipper fra det hvem under hele Himlen?
12 Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?
Jeg tier ej om dens Lemmer, hvor stærk den er, hvor smukt den er skabt.
13 Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?
Hvem har trukket dens Klædning af, trængt ind i dens dobbelte Panser?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Hvem har åbnet dens Ansigts Døre? Rundt om dens Tænder er Rædsel.
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
Dens Ryg er Reder af Skjolde, dens Bryst er et Segl af Sten;
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
de sidder tæt ved hverandre, Luft kommer ikke ind derimellem;
17 They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
de hænger fast ved hverandre, uadskilleligt griber de ind i hverandre.
18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Dens Nysen fremkalder strålende Lys, som Morgenrødens Øjenlåg er dens Øjne.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
Ud af dens Gab farer Fakler, Ildgnister spruder der frem.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.
Em står ud af dens Næsebor som af en ophedet, kogende Kedel.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Dens Ånde tænder som glødende Kul, Luer står ud af dens Gab.
22 In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.
Styrken bor på dens Hals, og Angsten hopper foran den.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
Tæt sidder Kødets Knuder, som støbt til Kroppen; de rokkes ikke;
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
fast som Sten er dens Hjerte støbt, fast som den nederste Møllesten.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.
Når den rejser sig, gyser Helte, fra Sans og Samling går de af Skræk.
26 If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Angriberens Sværd holder ikke Stand, ej Kastevåben, Spyd eller Pil.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
Jern regner den kun for Halm og Kobber for trøsket Træ;
28 The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
Buens Søn slår den ikke på Flugt, Slyngens Sten bliver Strå for den,
29 Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.
Stridskøllen regnes for Rør, den ler ad det svirrende Spyd.
30 Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
På Bugen er der skarpe Rande, dens Spor i Dyndet er som Tærskeslædens;
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.
Dybet får den i Kog som en Gryde, en Salvekedel gør den af Floden;
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
bag den er der en lysende Sti, Dybet synes som Sølverhår.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.
Dens Lige findes ikke på Jord, den er skabt til ikke at frygte.
34 He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
Alt, hvad højt er, ræddes for den, den er Konge over alle stolte Dyr.
