Job 30
1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
Nu derimod ler de ad mig, Folk, der er yngre end jeg, hvis Fædre jeg fandt for ringe at sætte iblandt mine Hyrdehunde.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Og hvad skulde jeg med deres Hænders Kraft? Deres Ungdomskraft har de mistet,
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
tørrede hen af Trang og Sult. De afgnaver Ørk og Ødemark
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
og plukker Melde ved Krattet, Gyvelrødder er deres Brød.
5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
Fra Samfundet drives de bort, som ad Tyve råbes der efter dem.
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
De bor i Kløfter, fulde af Rædsler, i Jordens og Klippernes Huler.
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
De brøler imellem Buske, i Tornekrat kommer de sammen,
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
en dum og navnløs Æt, de joges med Hug af Lande.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
Men nu er jeg Hånsang for dem, jeg er dem et Samtaleemne;
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
de afskyr mig, holder sig fra mig, nægter sig ikke af spytte ad mig.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Thi han løste min Buestreng, ydmyged mig, og foran mig kasted de Tøjlerne af.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Til højre rejser sig Ynglen, Fødderne slår de fra mig, bygger sig Ulykkesveje imod mig
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
min Sti har de opbrudt, de hjælper med til mit Fald, og ingen hindrer dem i det;
14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
de kommer som gennem et gabende Murbrud, vælter sig frem under Ruiner,
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Rædsler har vendt sig imod mig; min Værdighed joges bort som af Storm, min Lykke svandt som en Sky.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
Min Sjæl opløser sig i mig; Elendigheds Dage har ramt mig:
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Natten borer i mine Knogler, aldrig blunder de nagende Smerter.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Med vældig Kraft vanskabes mit Kød, det hænger om mig, som var det min Kjortel.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Han kasted mig ud i Dynd, jeg er blevet som Støv og Aske.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
Jeg skriger til dig, du svarer mig ikke, du står der og ænser mig ikke;
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
grum er du blevet imod mig, forfølger mig med din vældige Hånd.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Du løfter og vejrer mig hen i Stormen, og dens Brusen gennemryster mig;
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
thi jeg ved, du fører mig hjem til Døden, til det Hus, hvor alt levende samles.
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Dog, mon den druknende ej rækker Hånden ud og råber om Hjælp, når han går under?
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
Mon ikke jeg græder over den, som havde det hårdt, sørgede ikke min Sjæl for den fattiges Skyld?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
Jeg biede på Lykke, men Ulykke kom, jeg håbed på Lys, men Mørke kom;
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
ustandseligt koger det i mig, Elendigheds Dage traf mig;
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
trøstesløs går jeg i Sorg, i Forsamlingen rejser jeg mig og råber;
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Sjakalernes Broder blev jeg, Strudsenes Fælle.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Min Hud er sort, falder af, mine Knogler brænder af Hede;
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
min Citer er blevet til Sorg, min Fløjte til hulkende Gråd!
