ईयोब 16
Then responded Job, and said: —
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
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, like you, could speak, —If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
6 ६ परंतु मी काहीही बोललो तरी माझ्या यातना कमी होत नाहीत. पण मी बोललो नाहीतर माझ्या यातना कमी कशा होणार?
Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, —And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
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.
His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
11 ११ देवाने मला दुष्ट लोकांच्या स्वाधीन केले आहे. त्याने क्रूर मनुष्यांना मला त्रास द्यायची परवानगी दिली आहे.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
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.
At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
13 १३ त्याचे धनुर्धारी मला घेरतात. तो माझ्या कंबरेत बाण सोडतो तो दया दाखवीत नाही. तो माझे पित्ताशय धरतीवर रिकामे करतो.
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
15 १५ मी फार दु: खी आहे म्हणून मी दु: खाचे कपडे घालतो. मी इथे धुळीत आणि राखेत बसतो आणि मला पराभूत झाल्यासारखे वाटते.
Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: —
17 १७ तरीही माझ्या हातून कोणात्याही प्रकारची हिंसा झाली नाही, आणि माझ्या प्रार्थना शुध्द आहेत. तरी असे झाले.
Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.
O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.
Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: —
That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, —Even a son of man, for his friend!
When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
