Job 23
1 Then Job answered and said,
Då svara Job og sagde:
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
«Endå gjeld klaga mi for tråss, tungt legg eg handi på min sukk.
3 O that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!
Berre eg kunde finna honom og koma til hans bustad fram!
4 I would set my cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.
Då la eg fram for han mi sak og fyllte munnen min med prov.
5 I would know the words which he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
Då høyrde eg kva svar han gav, og merka det han sa til meg.
6 Would he plead against me with his great power? No; but he would put strength in me.
Vilde med magt han mot meg standa? Nei, lyda på meg vilde han.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
Ein skuldfri stod då for han fram; for alltid slapp eg domar min.
8 Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive him:
Gjeng eg i aust, han er’kje der; mot vest, eg vert han ikkje var;
9 On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:
i nord han verkar, ei eg ser han, han snur mot sud, eg ser han ikkje.
10 But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
For all den veg eg fer han kjenner; prøvde han meg, eg var som gull.
11 My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
Min fot hev fylgt i faret hans; hans veg eg gjeng ubrigdeleg,
12 Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
veik ei frå det hans lippa baud, meir enn mi lov eg lydde hans.
13 But he is in one mind, and who can turn him? and what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.
Men ein er han, kven hindrar honom? Det han hev hug til, gjer han og.
14 For he performeth the thing that is appointed for me: and many such things are with him.
Han um min lagnad avgjerd tek, og hev med meg so mangt i emning.
15 Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
Eg difor ræddast for hans åsyn, når eg det minnest, skjelv eg for han.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
Ja, Gud hev brote ned mitt mod, og Allvald hev gjort meg fælen,
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
ei er det myrkret som meg tyner, og ei mi eigi myrke åsyn.
