Ījaba 7
1 Vai cilvēkam nav karš virs zemes, un vai viņa dienas nav kā algādža dienas?
IS there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2 Tā kā kalps ilgojās pēc ēnas un kā algādzis gaida uz savu algu,
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3 Tāpat man nākuši daudz bēdīgi mēneši, un grūtas naktis man ir piešķirtas.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 Kad apguļos, tad es saku: kad atkal celšos? un vakars vilcinājās, un es apnīkstu mētāties gultā līdz gaismai.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 Mana miesa ir apsegta ar tārpiem un vātīm, mana āda sadzīst un čūlo atkal.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 Manas dienas ir ātrākas nekā vēvera (audēja) spole un beidzās bez nekādas cerības.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Piemini, ka mana dzīvība ir vējš un mana acs labuma vairs neredzēs.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8 Acs, kas nu mani redz, manis vairs neredzēs. Tavas acis uz mani skatās, un es vairs neesmu.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
10 Viņš neatgriezīsies atkal savā namā, un viņa vieta viņu vairs nepazīs.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Tā tad es savu muti neturēšu, es runāšu savās sirds bēdās, es žēlošos savā sirdsrūgtumā.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Vai tad es esmu kā jūra, vai kā liela jūras zivs, ka tu ap mani noliec vakti?
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 Kad es saku: mana gulta man iepriecinās, manas cisas atvieglinās manas vaimanas,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Tad Tu mani izbiedē ar sapņiem, un caur parādīšanām Tu mani iztrūcini,
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 Tā ka mana dvēsele vēlās būt nožņaugta, labāki mirt nekā tā izģinst.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 Es esmu apnicis, man netīk mūžam dzīvot; atstājies jel no manis, jo manas dienas ir kā nekas.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 Kas ir cilvēks, ka Tu viņu tik augsti turi un ka Tu viņu lieci vērā,
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18 Un viņu piemeklē ik rītu, viņu pārbaudi ik acumirkli,
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19 Ka Tu nemaz no manis neatstājies un mani nepameti, ne siekalas ierīt?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 Ja esmu grēkojis, ko es Tev darīšu, Tu cilvēku sargs? Kāpēc Tu mani esi licis Sev par mērķi, ka es sev pašam palicis par nastu?
I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 Un kāpēc Tu manus pārkāpumus nepiedod un neatņem manu noziegumu? Jo nu es apgulšos pīšļos, un kad Tu mani meklēsi, tad manis vairs nebūs.
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
