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.
Men nu le de ad mig, som ere yngre af Aar end jeg, de, hvis Fædre jeg vilde have forsmaaet at sætte hos mine Faarehunde.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Ja, hvortil skulde deres Hænders Kraft have gavnet mig? hos dem er Styrken svundet bort.
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
De ere udtærede af Mangel og Hunger, de afgnave den golde Ørk, i Ødelæggelsens og Fordærvelsens Nat;
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
de oprykke Katost ved Buskene, og Gyveltræets Rod er deres Føde;
5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
de uddrives fra Samfundet, man skriger efter dem som efter en Tyv;
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
de bo i Kløfter i Dalene, i Huler i Jorden og Klipper;
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
imellem Buske skryde de, de samles under Nælder.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
Børn af Daarer, ja af Mænd uden Navn; de ere udstødte af Landet.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
Men nu er jeg bleven en Spottesang for dem og maa tjene dem til Snak.
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
De have Vederstyggelighed til mig, de holde sig langt fra mig og spare ikke at spytte mig i Ansigtet.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Thi de have løst Tøjlen af sig og plaget mig, og de have kastet Bidselet af for mit Ansigt.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Til højre for mig staar en Yngel frem, de støde mine Fødder bort, og de bane deres Fordærvelses Veje imod mig;
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
de bryde min Sti op, de hjælpe til min Ulykke, de have ingen Hjælper;
14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
de komme som igennem et vidt Gab, de vælte sig frem under Bulder.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Rædsler ere vendte imod mig, som et Stormvejr forfølge de min Herlighed, og min Frelse er gaaet forbi som en Sky.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
Men nu er min Sjæl hensmeltet i mig, Elendigheds Dage komme over mig.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Natten gennemborer mine Ben, saa at de falde af mig, og mine nagende Smerter hvile ikke.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Ved den overvættes Magt er min Klædning helt forandret, den omslutter mig som Kraven paa min Underkjortel.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Han har kastet mig i Dyndet, og jeg er lignet ved 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, men du svarer mig ikke; jeg staar der, og du bliver ved at se paa mig.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Du har forvendt dig til at være grum imod mig; du modstaar mig med din Haands Styrke.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Du løfter mig op i Stormvejret, du lader mig fare hen, og du lader mig forgaa i dets Brag.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
Thi jeg ved, du fører mig til Døden igen og til alle levendes Forsamlings Hus.
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Mon en ikke udrækker Haanden i sit Fald? eller mon en ikke skriger i sin Ulykke?
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
Eller græd jeg ikke for den, som havde haarde Dage? ynkedes min Sjæl ikke over den fattige?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
Thi der jeg forventede godt, da kom det onde, og der jeg haabede til Lys, da kom Mørkhed.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Mine Indvolde syde og ere ikke stille; Elendigheds Dage ere komne over mig.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Jeg gaar sort, uden Sol, jeg staar op, jeg skriger i Forsamlingen.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Jeg er bleven Dragers Broder og Strudses Stalbroder.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Min Hud er bleven sort og falder af mig, og Benene i mig brænde af Hede.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Og min Harpe er bleven til Sorrig, og min Fløjte til de grædendes Lyd.
