Job 19
1 Then Job answered and said,
Då svara Job og sagde:
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
«Kor lenge vil mi sjel de harma og krasa meg med dykkar ord?
3 These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
Ti gonger hev de no meg spotta; de skjemmest ei å krenkja meg.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, my error remaineth with myself.
Hev eg i røyndi mistak gjort, dei mistak er mi eigi sak.
5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Vil de dykk briska imot meg, som um eg lid mi skam med rette?
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath surrounded me with his net.
Hugs på at Gud hev bøygt meg ned og spana kringum meg sitt garn.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Eg ropar: «Vald!» - men eg fær’kje svar; eg ropar: «Hjelp!» men fær’kje rett.
8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
Han stengjer vegen for min fot, og myrker legg han på min stig.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
Min heidersklædnad drog han av; han frå mitt hovud kransen tok.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope hath he removed like a tree.
Mi vern han braut, so eg gjekk under, mi von sleit han lik treet upp.
11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me to him as one of his enemies.
Hans vreide logar meg imot, og for ein fiend’ held han meg.
12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp around my tent.
Hans skarar stemner fram mot meg; dei brøyter seg ein veg mot meg og lægrar seg kring tjeldet mitt.
13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
Han dreiv ifrå meg mine frendar, og kjenningar vart framande.
14 My kinsmen have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Skyldfolki held seg burte frå meg, husvenerne hev gløymt meg burt.
15 They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
For hjon og tenar er eg framand; dei held meg for ein ukjend mann.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I entreated him with my mouth.
Ei svarar drengen på mitt rop. Eg må med munnen tigga honom;
17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I make supplication to the children of my own body.
min ande byd imot for kona, eg tevjar ilt for mine sambrør.
18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
Jamvel smågutar spottar meg, når eg stend upp, dei talar mot meg.
19 All my close friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Dei styggjest for meg mine vener, og dei eg elska, snur seg mot meg.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Min kropp er berre skin og bein, snaudt hev eg endå tannkjøt att.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Hav medynk, medynk, mine vener! Gud hev meg råka med si hand.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Kvifor skal de som Gud meg jaga, og vert ei mette av mitt kjøt?
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were printed in a book!
Å, gjev at mine ord vart skrivne, og i ei bok vart rita inn,
24 That they were engraved with an iron pen in lead in the rock for ever!
ja, vart med jarnmeitel og bly for ævleg tid i berget hogne!
25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
Eg veit at min utløysar liver, til sist han yver moldi kjem.
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
Og når mi hud er øydelagd, ut frå mitt kjøt då ser eg Gud,
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
eg honom ser som venen min, mitt auga ser det, ingen framand! Å, nyro lengtar i mitt liv!
28 But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
De segjer: «Me vil jaga honom!» - som um orsaki låg hjå meg!
29 Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.
Men de lyt agta dykk for sverdet; for vreide vert ved sverdet straffa. Og de skal vita: domen kjem.»
