Job 14
1 For a mortal born of a woman [is] short lived, and full of wrath.
Mennesket, født af en Kvinde, hans Liv er stakket, han mættes af Uro;
2 Or he falls like a flower that has bloomed; and he departs like a shadow, and can’t continue.
han spirer som Blomsten og visner, flyr som Skyggen, står ikke fast.
3 Hast you not taken account even of him, and caused him to enter into judgment before you?
Og på ham vil du rette dit Øje, ham vil du stævne for Retten!
4 For who shall be pure from uncleanness? not even one;
Ja, kunde der komme en ren af en uren! Nej, end ikke een!
5 if even his life should be [but] one day upon the earth: and his months are numbered by him: you have appointed [him] for a time, and he shall by no means exceed [it].
Når hans Dages Tal er fastsat, hans Måneder talt hos dig, og du har sat ham en uoverskridelig Grænse,
6 Depart from him, that he may be quiet, and take pleasure in his life, [though] as a hireling.
tag så dit Øje fra ham, lad ham i Fred, at han kan nyde sin Dag som en Daglejer!
7 For there is hope for a tree, even if it should be cut down, [that] it shall blossom again, and its branch shall not fail.
Thi for et Træ er der Håb: Fældes det, skyder det atter, det fattes ej nye Skud;
8 For though its root should grow old in the earth, and its stem die in the rock;
ældes end Roden i Jorden, dør end Stubben i Mulde:
9 it will blossom from the scent of water, and will produce a crop, as one newly planted.
lugter det Vand, får det nye Skud, skyder Grene som nyplantet Træ;
10 But a man that has died is utterly gone; and when a mortal has fallen, he is no more.
men dør en Mand, er det ude med ham, udånder Mennesket, hvor er han da?
11 For the sea wastes in [length of] time, and a river fails and is dried up.
Som Vand løber ud af Søen og Floden svinder og tørres,
12 And man that has lain down [in death] shall certainly not rise again till the heaven be dissolved, and they shall not awake from their sleep.
så lægger Manden sig, rejser sig ikke, vågner ikke, før Himlen forgår, aldrig vækkes han af sin Søvn.
13 For oh that you had kept me in the grave, and had hidden me until your wrath should cease, and you should set me a time in which you would remember me! (Sheol h7585)
Tag dog og gem mig i Dødens Rige, skjul mig, indtil din Vrede er ovre, sæt mig en Frist og kom mig i Hu! (Sheol h7585)
14 For if a man should die, shall he live [again], having accomplished the days of his life? I will wait till I exist again?
Om Manden dog døde for atter at leve! Da vented jeg rolig al Stridens Tid, indtil min Afløsning kom;
15 Then shall you call, and I will listen to you: but do not you reject the work of your hands.
du skulde kalde - og jeg skulde svare længes imod dine Hænders Værk!
16 But you have numbered my devices: and not one of my sins shall escape you?
Derimod tæller du nu mine Skridt, du tilgiver ikke min Synd,
17 An you have sealed up my transgressions in a bag, and marked if I have been guilty of any transgression unawares.
forseglet ligger min Brøde i Posen, og over min Skyld har du lukket til.
18 And verily a mountain falling will utterly be destroyed, and a rock shall be worn out of its place.
Nej, ligesom Bjerget skrider og falder, som Klippen rokkes fra Grunden,
19 The waters wear the stones, and waters falling headlong [overflow] a heap of the earth: and you destroy the hope of man.
som Vandet udhuler Sten og Plaskregn bortskyller Jord, så har du udslukt Menneskets Håb.
20 You drive him to an end, and he is gone: you set your face against him, and send him away;
For evigt slår du ham ned, han går bort, skamskænder hans Ansigt og lader ham fare.
21 and though his children be multiplied, he knows [it] not; and if they be few, he is not aware.
Hans Sønner hædres, han ved det ikke, de synker i Ringhed, han mærker det ikke;
22 But his flesh is in pain, and his soul mourns.
ikkun hans eget Kød volder Smerte, ikkun hans egen Sjæl volder Sorg.
