Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Brudt er min Aand, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje maa skue.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Haandslag?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
den, der forraader Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit.
Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 Upright men shall be appalled at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhaandet vokser i Kraft.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand finder jeg ikke iblandt jer!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;
vil jeg haabe, faar jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forraadnelsen Moder og Søster.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Hvor er da vel mit Haab, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
