Job 10
1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Min Sjæl er led ved mit Liv, frit Løb vil jeg give min Klage over ham, i min bitre Sjælenød vil jeg tale,
2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
sige til Gud: Fordøm mig dog ikke, lad mig vide, hvorfor du tvister med mig!
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
Gavner det dig at øve Vold, at forkaste det Værk, dine Hænder danned, men smile til gudløses Raad?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
Har du da Kødets Øjne, ser du, som Mennesker ser,
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
er dine Dage som Menneskets Dage, er dine Aar som Mandens Dage,
6 that you enquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
siden du søger efter min Brøde, leder efter min Synd,
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
endskønt du ved, jeg ikke er skyldig; men af din Haand er der ingen Redning!
8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
Dine Hænder gjorde og danned mig først, saa skifter du Sind og gør mig til intet!
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Kom i Hu, at du dannede mig som Ler, og til Støv vil du atter gøre mig!
10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Mon du ikke hældte mig ud som Mælk og lod mig skørne som Ost,
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
iklædte mig Hud og Kød og fletted mig sammen med Ben og Sener?
12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Du gav mig Liv og Livskraft, din Omhu vogted min Aand —
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
og saa gemte du dog i dit Hjerte paa dette, jeg skønner, dit Øjemed var:
14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
Synded jeg, vogted du paa mig og tilgav ikke min Brøde.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
I Fald jeg forbrød mig, da ve mig! Var jeg retfærdig, jeg skulde dog ikke løfte mit Hoved, men mættes med Skændsel, kvæges med Nød.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
Knejsed jeg, jog du mig som en Løve, handlede atter ufatteligt med mig;
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
nye Vidner førte du mod mig, øged din Uvilje mod mig, opbød atter en Hær imod mig!
18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
Hvi drog du mig da af Moders Liv? Jeg burde have udaandet, uset af alle;
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
jeg burde have været som aldrig født, været ført til Graven fra Moders Skød.
20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Er ej mine Livsdage faa? Saa slip mig, at jeg kan kvæges lidt,
21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
før jeg for evigt gaar bort til Mørkets og Mulmets Land,
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
Landet med bælgmørkt Mulm, med Mørke og uden Orden, hvor Lyset selv er som Mørket.
