Job 2
1 And there came a certain day when the sons of God entered in, to present themselves unto Yahweh—so the accuser also entered in their midst, to present himself unto Yahweh.
Og det skete en Dag, der Guds Børn kom for at fremstille sig for Herren, da kom ogsaa Satan midt iblandt dem for at fremstille sig for Herren.
2 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Whence comest thou? And the accuser answered Yahweh, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from wandering about therein.
Da sagde Herren til Satan: Hvorfra kommer du? og Satan svarede Herren og sagde: Fra at gaa omkring i Landet og vandre om derudi.
3 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one who revereth God, and avoideth evil; and still he is holding fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to swallow him up without cause.
Og Herren sagde til Satan: Har du givet Agt paa min Tjener Job? thi der er ingen som han i Landet, en oprigtig og retskaffen Mand, som frygter Gud og viger fra det onde, og han holder endnu fast ved sin Retsindighed; men du har tilskyndet mig imod ham at ødelægge ham uden Aarsag.
4 Then the accuser answered Yahweh, and said, Skin for skin, and so, all that a man hath, will he give for his life.
Da svarede Satan Herren og sagde: Hud for Hud, ja alt det, en Mand har, giver han for sit Liv.
5 In very deed, put forth, I pray thee thy hand, and smite unto his bone, and unto his flesh, —verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.
Dog udræk nu din Haand og rør ved hans Ben og hans Kød; hvad gælder det, om han ikke skal fornægte dig lige for dit Ansigt?
6 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Behold him! in thy hand, —only, his life, preserve thou!
Og Herren sagde til Satan: Se, han være i din Haand; dog var hans Liv!
7 So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, —and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.
Da for Satan ud fra Herrens Ansigt og slog Job med onde Bylder fra hans Fodsaal og indtil hans Isse.
8 And he took him a potsherd, to scrape himself therewith; he being seated in the midst of ashes.
Og han tog sig et Potteskaar til at skrabe sig med, og han sad midt i Asken.
9 Then said his wife unto him, Art thou still holding fast thine integrity? Curse God, and die!
Og hans Hustru sagde til ham: Holder du endnu fast ved din Retsindighed? velsign Gud og dø!
10 And he said unto her, As one of the base women speaketh, speakest thou? Blessing, shall we accept from God, and, misfortune, shall we not accept? In all this, Job sinned not with his lips.
Men han sagde til hende: Du taler, ligesom en af de daarlige Kvinder taler; skulde vi alene tage imod det gode af Gud og ikke tage imod det onde? I alt dette syndede Job ikke med sine Læber.
11 Now when the three friends of Job heard of all this misfortune which had befallen him, —they came, every man from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, —for they had by appointment met together to come to shew sympathy with him, and to comfort him.
Og der Jobs tre Venner hørte al den Ulykke, som var kommen over ham, da kom de, hver fra sit Sted: Themaniten Elifas og Sukiten Bildad og Naamathiten Zofar, og de forenede sig med hverandre for at komme at vise ham Medynk og trøste ham.
12 And, when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept—and rent, every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads, toward the heavens.
Men der de opløftede deres Øjne langtfra, da kendte de ham ikke, og de opløftede deres Røst og græd, og de sønderrev hver sin Kappe, og de kastede Støv paa deres Hoveder op imod Himmelen.
13 And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, —and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.
Og de sade hos ham paa Jorden syv Dage og syv Nætter, og ingen talte et Ord til ham; thi de saa, at Pinen var saare stor.
