< Job 17 >

1 Spirit my it is broken days my they are extinguished grave [belong] to me.
Brudt er min Aand, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
2 Not mockeries [are] with me and on rebelling they may it dwell eye my.
visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje maa skue.
3 Make! please stand surety for me with yourself who? that to hand my will he strike himself.
Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Haandslag?
4 For heart their you have kept from understanding there-fore not you will exalt [them].
Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
5 For a share he tells friends and [the] eyes of children his they will fail.
den, der forraader Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
6 And he has set me to use a proverb peoples and a spitting to [the] face I am.
Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
7 And it has grown dim from grief eye my and members my [are] like shadow all of them.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 They are appalled upright [people] on this and [the] innocent on [the] godless he will rouse himself.
retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
9 And he may hold [the] righteous way his and [the] clean of hands he will increase strength.
men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhaandet vokser i Kraft.
10 And but all of them you will return and come please and not I will find among you a wise [person].
Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand finder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
11 Days my they have passed plans my they have been torn apart [the] wishes of heart my.
Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
12 Night into day they make light [is] near from before darkness.
Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
13 If I will hope for Sheol home my in the darkness I have spread out beds my. (Sheol h7585)
vil jeg haabe, faar jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje, (Sheol h7585)
14 To the pit I have called out [are] father my you O mother my and sister my to the maggot.
Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forraadnelsen Moder og Søster.
15 And where? then [is] hope my and hope my who? will he observe it.
Hvor er da vel mit Haab, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
16 [the] poles of Sheol will they go down? or? together to [the] dust will we descend. (Sheol h7585)
Mon de vil følge mig ned i Dødsriget, skal sammen vi synke i Støvet? (Sheol h7585)

< Job 17 >