Job 19
1 Then Job answered and said,
Men Job svarede og sagde:
2 How long will you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
Hvor længe ville I bedrøve min Sjæl og knuse mig med Ord?
3 These ten times have you reproached me: you are not ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.
I have nu ti Gange forhaanet mig, I skammede eder ikke ved at overdøve mig.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
Og sandelig, om jeg end har faret vild, da bliver jo min Vildfarelse hos mig selv.
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Dersom I virkelig vilde ophøje eder imod mig og overbevise mig om min Skam,
6 Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
saa forstaar dog, at Gud har forvendt min Sag og har ladet sit Garn omringe mig.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Se, jeg raaber over Vold, og jeg faar ikke Svar; jeg skriger, og der er ingen Ret.
8 He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
Han satte Gærde for min Vej, at jeg ikke kan komme over, og han lagde Mørkhed over mine Stier.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
Han afførte mig min Ære og borttog mit Hoveds Krone.
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.
Han nedbrød mig trindt omkring, og jeg for bort; han oprykkede mit Haab som et Træ;
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me to him as one of his enemies.
og han optændte sin Vrede imod mig og agtede mig over for sig som sine Fjender.
12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
Hans Tropper kom til Hobe og banede sig Vej imod mig, og de lejrede sig trindt omkring mit Telt.
13 He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintance are truly estranged from me.
Han fjernede mine Brødre fra mig, og de, som kende mig, holde sig aldeles fremmede for mig.
14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Mine nærmeste have forladt mig, og mine Kyndinge have glemt mig.
15 They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
De, som bo hos mig i mit Hus, og mine Tjenestepiger agte mig som en fremmed, jeg er bleven en Udlænding for deres Øjne.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I entreated him with my mouth.
Jeg kaldte ad min Tjener, og han svarede ikke; med egen Mund maatte jeg bede ham bønligt.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children’s sake of my own body.
Min Aand er bleven fremmed for min Hustru og min Kærlighed for min Moders Sønner.
18 Yes, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
Endogsaa Børn foragte mig; staar jeg op, tale de imod mig.
19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Alle de Mænd, som vare i min Fortrolighed, have Vederstyggelighed til mig, og de, som jeg elskede, have vendt sig imod mig.
20 My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Mine Ben hænge ved min Hud og ved mit Kød, og jeg er netop undsluppen med mine Tænders Hud.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
Forbarmer eder over mig, forbarmer eder over mig, I, mine Venner! thi Guds Haand har rørt mig.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Hvi forfølge I mig, ligesom Gud, og kunne ikke mættes af mit Kød?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
Gid dog mine Ord maatte blive opskrevne, gid de maatte blive prentede i en Bog,
24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
ja, maatte de med en Jernstil og med Bly blive indhuggede i en Klippe til evig Tid!
25 For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day on the earth:
Og jeg ved, at min Genløser lever, og at han som den sidste skal staa op over Støvet.
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
Og naar min Hud, saaledes sønderslidt, er borte, og jeg er blottet for mit Kød, skal jeg skue Gud,
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
hvem jeg skal skue som den, der er for mig, og hvem mine Øjne skulle se, og ikke en fremmed; mine Nyrer forsmægte i mit Indre.
28 But you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
Naar I sige: Hvor skulle vi dog forfølge ham! — og Sagens Rod skal være funden i mig —:
29 Be you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.
Da frygter for Sværdet; thi Vreden rammer Misgerninger, som fortjene Sværdet; paa det I skulle vide, at der er Dom til.
