Job 29
1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,
Og Job vedblev at fremsætte sit Tankesprog:
2 Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
Ak, havde jeg det som tilforn, som dengang Gud tog sig af mig,
3 When his lamp shined upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;
da hans Lampe lyste over mit Hoved, og jeg ved hans Lys vandt frem i Mørke,
4 As I was in the ripeness of my days, when the secret of God was upon my tent;
som i mine modne Aar, da Guds Fortrolighed var over mit Telt,
5 When the Almighty was yet with me, and my children were about me;
da den Almægtige end var hos mig og mine Drenge var om mig,
6 When my steps were washed with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil!
da mine Fødder vaded i Fløde, og Olie strømmede, hvor jeg stod,
7 When I went forth to the gate unto the city, when I prepared my seat in the street,
da jeg gik ud til Byens Port og rejste mit Sæde paa Torvet.
8 The young men saw me and hid themselves, and the aged rose up and stood;
Naar Ungdommen saa mig, gemte den sig, Oldinge rejste sig op og stod,
9 The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth;
Høvdinger standsed i Talen og lagde Haand paa Mund,
10 The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Stormænds Røst forstummed, deres Tunge klæbed til Ganen;
11 For when the ear heard [me], then it blessed me; and when the eye saw [me], it gave witness unto me:
Øret hørte og priste mig lykkelig, Øjet saa og tilkendte mig Ære.
12 Because I delivered the poor that cried, the fatherless also, that had none to help him.
Thi jeg redded den arme, der skreg om Hjælp, den faderløse, der savned en Hjælper;
13 The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy.
den, det gik skævt, velsignede mig, jeg frydede Enkens Hjerte;
14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my justice was as a robe and a diadem.
jeg klædte mig i Retfærd, og den i mig, i Ret som Kappe og Hovedbind.
15 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
Jeg var den blindes Øje, jeg var den lammes Fod;
16 I was a father to the needy: and the cause of him that I knew not I searched out.
jeg var de fattiges Fader, udreded den mig ukendtes Sag;
17 And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.
den lovløses Tænder brød jeg, rev Byttet ud af hans Gab.
18 Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand:
Saa tænkte jeg da: »Jeg skal dø i min Rede, leve saa længe som Føniksfuglen;
19 My root is spread out to the waters, and the dew lieth all night upon my branch:
min Rod kan Vand komme til, Duggen har Nattely i mine Grene;
20 My glory is fresh in me, and my bow is renewed in my hand.
min Ære er altid ny, min Bue er altid ung i min Haand!«
21 Unto me men gave ear, and waited, and kept silence for my counsel.
Mig hørte de paa og bied, var tavse, mens jeg gav Raad;
22 After my words they spake not again; and my speech dropped upon them.
ingen tog Ordet, naar jeg havde talt, mine Ord faldt kvægende paa dem;
23 And they waited for me as for the rain; and they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.
de bied paa mig som paa Regn, spærred Munden op efter Vaarregn.
24 If I laughed on them, they believed [it] not; and the light of my countenance they cast not down.
Mistrøstige smilte jeg til, mit Aasyns Lys fik de ej til at svinde.
25 I chose out their way, and sat [as] chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that comforteth the mourners.
Vejen valgte jeg for dem og sad som Høvding, troned som Konge blandt Hærmænd, som den, der gav sørgende Trøst.
