Job 6
1 And Job answers and says:
Men Job svarede og sagde:
2 “O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Gid min Harm maatte vejes, og man ligervis vilde lægge min Ulykke i Vægtskaaler!
3 For now it is heavier than the sands of the sea, Therefore my words have been rash.
Thi den er nu svarere end Sand i Havet; derfor bruse mine Ord frem.
4 For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
Thi den Almægtiges Pile ere i mig, min Aand inddrikker deres Gift; Guds Rædsler stille sig op imod mig.
5 Does a wild donkey bray over tender grass? Does an ox low over his provender?
Mon Vildæselet skryder, naar det har Græs? eller mon Oksen bøger, naar den har Foder?
6 Is an insipid thing eaten without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
Mon det vamle kan ædes uden Salt? eller er der Smag i det hvide om Æggeblommen?
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
Hvad min Sjæl vægrede sig ved at røre, det er blevet mig som en usund Spise.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
Gid det, jeg begærer, maatte komme, og Gud vilde opfylde mit Haab!
9 That God would please—and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
og at Gud vilde knuse mig, at han vilde lade sin Haand løs og afskære mig!
10 And yet it is my comfort (And I exult in pain—He does not spare), That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
Da havde jeg endnu Trøst og kunde glæde mig i Smerten, i hvilken han ikke skaaner; thi jeg har ikke fornægtet den helliges Tale.
11 What [is] my power that I should hope? And what [is] my end that I should prolong my life?
Hvad er min Kraft, at jeg skulde haabe? og hvad Ende venter mig, at jeg skulde forlænge mit Liv?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh bronze?
Mon min Kraft er Kraft af Sten? mon mit Kød er af Kobber?
13 Is my help not with me, And substance driven from me?
Sandelig, der er ikke Hjælp i mig, og Kraften er vegen fra mig!
14 To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsakes.
Den ulykkelige kan kræve Medynk af sin Ven, selv om han forlader den Almægtiges Frygt.
15 My brothers have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
Mine Brødre have skuffet som en Bæk, som i Dalene Strømme, der fare forbi,
16 That are black because of ice, By them snow hides itself.
de, der ere mørke af Is, i hvilke Sneen skjuler sig.
17 By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
Paa den Tid de optøes, da blive de borte; naar det bliver hedt, da forsvinde de fra deres Sted.
18 The paths turn aside of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
Rejsetog bøje af fra deres Vej, de drage op i Ørken og omkomme.
19 Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
Rejsetog fra Thema skuede hen efter dem, vejfarende fra Seba satte Lid til dem.
20 They were ashamed that one has trusted, They have come to it and are confounded.
De bluedes, at de havde forladt sig paa dem; de kom lige til dem og bleve skuffede.
21 Surely now you have become the same! You see a downfall, and are afraid.
Saaledes ere I nu blevne som intet; I se Rædsel og frygte.
22 Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
Mon jeg har sagt: Giver mig og skænker for min Skyld noget af eders Formue?
23 And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, Ransom me from the hand of terrible ones?
eller redder mig af Fjendens Haand, og udløser mig af Voldsmænds Haand?
24 Show me, and I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
Lærer mig, og jeg vil tie, og viser mig, hvori jeg har faret vild.
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what reproof from you reproves?
Hvad ere Oprigtigheds Taler kraftige! Men hvad bevise eders Beviser?
26 For reproof—do you reckon words? And for wind—sayings of the desperate?
Agte I Ord for at være Bevis og den mistrøstiges Taler for Mundsvejr?
27 You cause anger to fall on the fatherless, And are strange to your friend.
Ja, I kunne kaste Lod om en faderløs og grave Grav for eders Næste.
28 And now, please, look on me, Even to your face do I lie?
Og nu, om I ville, da vender Ansigtet til mig, og mon jeg skulde lyve for eders Ansigt?
29 Please turn back, let it not be perverseness, Indeed, turn back again—my righteousness [is] in it.
Kære, vender om, lader Uretfærdighed ikke ske; ja, vender om, endnu skal min Retfærdighed kendes i denne Sag!
30 Is there perverseness in my tongue? Does my palate not discern calamity?”
Mon der være Uret paa min Tunge? mon min Gane ikke skulde skelne, hvad ondt er?
