Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
А Јов одговори и рече:
2 "I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.
Слушао сам много таквих ствари; сви сте досадни тешиоци.
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
Хоће ли бити крај празним речима? Или шта те тера да тако одговараш?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
И ја бих могао говорити као ви, да сте на мом месту, гомилати на вас речи и махати главом на вас,
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
Могао бих вас храбрити устима својим, и мицање усана мојих олакшало би бол ваш.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
Ако говорим, неће одахнути бол мој; ако ли престанем, хоће ли отићи од мене?
7 But now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.
А сада ме је уморио; опустошио си сав збор мој.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
Навукао си на ме мрштине за сведочанство; и моја мрша подиже се на ме, и сведочи ми у очи.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
Гнев Његов растрже ме, ненавиди ме, шкргуће зубима на ме, поставши ми непријатељ сева очима својим на ме.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
Разваљују на ме уста своја, срамотно ме бију по образима, скупљају се на ме.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
Предао ме је Бог неправеднику, и у руке безбожницима бацио ме.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
Бејах миран и затре ме, и ухвативши ме за врат смрска ме и метну ме себи за белегу.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
Опколише ме Његови стрелци, цепа ми бубреге немилице, просипа на земљу жуч моју.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
Задаје ми ране на ране, и удара на ме као јунак.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
Сашио сам кострет по кожи својој, и уваљао сам у прах славу своју.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
Лице је моје подбуло од плача, на веђама је мојим смртни сен;
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Премда нема неправде у рукама мојим, и молитва је моја чиста.
18 "Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
Земљо, не криј крв што сам пролио, и нека нема места викању мом.
19 Even now, look, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
И сада ето је на небу сведок мој, сведок је мој на висини.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
Пријатељи се моји подругују мном; око моје рони сузе Богу.
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.
О да би се човек могао правдати с Богом, као син човечији с пријатељем својим!
22 For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
Јер године избројане навршују се, и полазим путем одакле се нећу вратити.
