Job 14
1 “Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
Mennesket, født af en Kvinde, hans Liv er stakket, han mættes af Uro;
2 As a flower he has gone forth, and is cut off, And he flees as a shadow and does not stand.
han spirer som Blomsten og visner, flyr som Skyggen, staar ikke fast.
3 Also—on this You have opened Your eyes, and bring me into judgment with You.
Og paa ham vil du rette dit Øje, ham vil du stævne for Retten!
4 Who gives a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.
Ja, kunde der komme en ren af en uren! Nej, end ikke een!
5 If his days are determined, The number of his months [are] with You, You have made his limit, And he does not pass over;
Naar hans Dages Tal er fastsat, hans Maaneder talt hos dig, og du har sat ham en uoverskridelig Grænse,
6 Look away from off him that he may cease, Until he enjoy as a hired worker his day.
tag saa 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, if it is cut down, That it changes again, That its tender branch does not cease.
Thi for et Træ er der Haab: Fældes det, skyder det atter, det fattes ej nye Skud;
8 If its root becomes old in the earth, And its stem dies in the dust,
ældes end Roden i Jorden, dør end Stubben i Mulde:
9 From the fragrance of water it flourishes, And has made a crop as a plant.
lugter det Vand, faar det nye Skud, skyder Grene som nyplantet Træ;
10 And a man dies, and becomes weak, And man expires, and where [is] he?
men dør en Mand, er det ude med ham, udaander Mennesket, hvor er han da?
11 Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becomes waste and dry.
Som Vand løber ud af Søen og Floden svinder og tørres,
12 And man has lain down, and does not rise, Until the wearing out of the heavens they do not awaken, Nor are roused from their sleep.
saa lægger Manden sig, rejser sig ikke, vaagner ikke, før Himlen forgaar, aldrig vækkes han af sin Søvn.
13 O that You would conceal me in Sheol, Hide me until the turning of Your anger, Set a limit for me, and 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 If a man dies—does he revive? All [the] days of my warfare I wait, until my change comes.
Om Manden dog døde for atter at leve! Da vented jeg rolig al Stridens Tid, indtil min Afløsning kom;
15 You call, and I answer You; To the work of Your hands You have desire.
du skulde kalde — og jeg skulde svare — længes imod dine Hænders Værk!
16 But now, You number my steps, You do not watch over my sin.
Derimod tæller du nu mine Skridt, du tilgiver ikke min Synd,
17 My transgression [is] sealed up in a bag, and You sew up my iniquity.
forseglet ligger min Brøde i Posen, og over min Skyld har du lukket til.
18 And yet, a falling mountain wastes away, and a rock is removed from its place.
Nej, ligesom Bjerget skrider og falder, som Klippen rokkes fra Grunden,
19 Waters have worn away stones, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And You have destroyed the hope of man.
som Vandet udhuler Sten og Plaskregn bortskyller Jord, saa har du udslukt Menneskets Haab.
20 You prevail [over] him forever, and he goes, He is changing his countenance, And You send him away.
For evigt slaar du ham ned, han gaar bort, skamskænder hans Ansigt og lader ham fare.
21 His sons are honored, and he does not know; And they are little, and he does not attend to them.
Hans Sønner hædres, han ved det ikke, de synker i Ringhed, han mærker det ikke;
22 Only—his flesh is pained for him, And his soul mourns for him.”
ikkun hans eget Kød volder Smerte, ikkun hans egen Sjæl volder Sorg.
