Ījaba 29
1 Un Ījabs teica vēl tālāk savus teikumus un sacīja:
Job again took up his parable, and said,
2 Ak kaut es vēl būtu tāds kā pirmajos mēnešos, kā tai laikā, kad Dievs mani pasargāja;
“Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
3 Kad Viņa spīdeklis spīdēja pār manu galvu, un es Viņa gaismā staigāju pa tumsību;
when his lamp shone on my head, and by his light I walked through darkness,
4 Kā es biju savas jaunības laikā, kad Dievs mājoja pār manu dzīvokli,
as I was in my prime, when the friendship of God was in my tent,
5 Kad tas Visuvarenais vēl bija ar mani, un mani bērni man apkārt;
when the Almighty was yet with me, and my children were around me,
6 Kad savus soļus mazgāju krējumā, un akmens kalni man izlēja eļļas upes.
when my steps were washed with butter, and the rock poured out streams of oil for me,
7 Kad es pa vārtiem izgāju pilsētā, kad savu krēslu noliku uz tirgus(laukuma);
when I went out to the city gate, when I prepared my seat in the street.
8 Tad jaunekļi mani redzot stājās pie malas, un sirmgalvji pacēlās un palika stāvot.
The young men saw me and hid themselves. The aged rose up and stood.
9 Virsnieki mitējās runāt un lika roku uz savu muti,
The princes refrained from talking, and laid their hand on their mouth.
10 Lielkungu balss apklusa, un viņu mēle pielipa pie zoda.
The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue stuck to the roof of their mouth.
11 Jo kura auss mani dzirdēja, tā mani teica laimīgu, un kura acs mani redzēja, tā deva man liecību.
For when the ear heard me, then it blessed me, and when the eye saw me, it commended me,
12 Jo es izglābu nabagu, kas brēca, un bāriņu, kam nebija palīga.
because I delivered the poor who cried, and the fatherless also, who had no one to help him,
13 Svētība no tā, kas ietu bojā, nāca pār mani, un atraitņu sirdi es iepriecināju.
the blessing of him who was ready to perish came on me, and I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy.
14 Es apģērbos ar taisnību, un tā mani aptērpa, mana krietnība man bija kā mētelis un kā ķēniņa cepure.
I put on righteousness, and it clothed me. My justice was as a robe and a diadem.
15 Es biju aklam acs un biju tizlam kāja.
I was eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame.
16 Nabagiem es biju par tēvu, un nezināma sūdzību es izvaicāju.
I was a father to the needy. I researched the cause of him whom I didn’t know.
17 Es salauzīju netaisnā dzerokšļus un izrāvu laupījumu no viņa zobiem.
I broke the jaws of the unrighteous and plucked the prey out of his teeth.
18 Un es sacīju: es nomiršu savā ligzdā un manu dienu būs daudz kā smiltis.
Then I said, ‘I will die in my own house, I will count my days as the sand.
19 Mana sakne izpletīsies pie ūdens, un rasa paliks pa nakti uz manām lapām.
My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.
20 Mana godība būs vienmēr jauna pie manis, un manam stopam labi izdosies manā rokā. -
My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.’
21 Uz mani klausījās un gaidīja un klusu saņēma manu padomu.
“Men listened to me, waited, and kept silence for my counsel.
22 Pēc maniem vārdiem neviens vairs nerunāja, un mana valoda uz tiem pilēja.
After my words they didn’t speak again. My speech fell on them.
23 Pēc manis ilgojās kā pēc lietus, un atpleta savu muti kā uz vasaras lietu.
They waited for me as for the rain. Their mouths drank as with the spring rain.
24 Es tiem uzsmaidīju, kad tiem nebija drošības, un mana vaiga gaišumu tie neskumdināja.
I smiled on them when they had no confidence. They didn’t reject the light of my face.
25 Es tiem biju ceļa rādītājs un sēdēju goda vietā un mājoju kā ķēniņš starp saviem pulkiem, kā noskumušu iepriecinātājs.
I chose out their way, and sat as chief. I lived as a king in the army, as one who comforts the mourners.
