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 by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
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 shade.
mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;
8 Upright [men] shall be astonished 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 will see it?
Hvor er da vel mit Haab, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?
