ईयोब 16
And Job made answer and said,
Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?
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.
It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:
I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
6 ६ परंतु मी काहीही बोललो तरी माझ्या यातना कमी होत नाहीत. पण मी बोललो नाहीतर माझ्या यातना कमी कशा होणार?
If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer 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.
I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
11 ११ देवाने मला दुष्ट लोकांच्या स्वाधीन केले आहे. त्याने क्रूर मनुष्यांना मला त्रास द्यायची परवानगी दिली आहे.
God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
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 in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 १३ त्याचे धनुर्धारी मला घेरतात. तो माझ्या कंबरेत बाण सोडतो तो दया दाखवीत नाही. तो माझे पित्ताशय धरतीवर रिकामे करतो.
His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
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 made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
17 १७ तरीही माझ्या हातून कोणात्याही प्रकारची हिंसा झाली नाही, आणि माझ्या प्रार्थना शुध्द आहेत. तरी असे झाले.
Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.
O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!
Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
