ईयोब 16
Then Job answered, and said,
I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are ye all.
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes thee that thou answer?
4 ४ जर तुमच्यासारखे मलाही बोलता आले असते, तर जे आता तुम्ही म्हणत आहात तेच मीही म्हणू शकलो असतो. मी तुमच्याविरुध्द शहाणपणाच्या गोष्टी सांगू शकलो असतो आणि माझे डोके तुमच्यासमोर हलवू शकलो असतो.
I also could speak as ye do, if your soul were in my soul's stead. I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
6 ६ परंतु मी काहीही बोललो तरी माझ्या यातना कमी होत नाहीत. पण मी बोललो नाहीतर माझ्या यातना कमी कशा होणार?
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged, and though I forbear, what am I eased?
But now he has made me weary. Thou have made desolate all my company.
And thou have laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me. And my leanness rises up against me; it testifies to my face.
9 ९ देव माझ्यावर हल्ला करतो. तो माझ्यावर रागावला आहे आणि तो माझे शरीर छिन्न विछिन्न करतो. तो माझ्याविरुध्द दात खातो, माझ्या शत्रूचे डोळे माझ्याकडे तिरस्काराने बघतात.
He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed upon me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes upon me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth. They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
11 ११ देवाने मला दुष्ट लोकांच्या स्वाधीन केले आहे. त्याने क्रूर मनुष्यांना मला त्रास द्यायची परवानगी दिली आहे.
God delivers me to the perverse, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 १२ मी अगदी मजेत होतो, पण देवाने मला चिरडून टाकले. हो त्याने माझी मान पकडली आणि माझे तुकडे तुकडे केले त्याने माझा निशाण्यासारखा उपयोग केला.
I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yea, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his mark.
13 १३ त्याचे धनुर्धारी मला घेरतात. तो माझ्या कंबरेत बाण सोडतो तो दया दाखवीत नाही. तो माझे पित्ताशय धरतीवर रिकामे करतो.
His archers encompass me round about. He splits my reins apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall upon the ground.
He breaks me with breach upon breach. He runs upon me like a giant.
15 १५ मी फार दु: खी आहे म्हणून मी दु: खाचे कपडे घालतो. मी इथे धुळीत आणि राखेत बसतो आणि मला पराभूत झाल्यासारखे वाटते.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
17 १७ तरीही माझ्या हातून कोणात्याही प्रकारची हिंसा झाली नाही, आणि माझ्या प्रार्थना शुध्द आहेत. तरी असे झाले.
although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
O earth, do not cover thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting place.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who vouches for me is on high.
My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, and of a son of man with his neighbor!
For when a few years are come, I shall go the way where I shall not return.
