Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
2 Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue in their provocation?
visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with you; who is he that will strike hands with me?
Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?
4 For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.
Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
5 He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
6 He has made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.
10 But as for you all, do you return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
vil jeg håbe, får jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.
Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
