ईयोब 27
Job resumed speaking and he said,
2 २ “जसे देव जिवंत आहे, तो माझ्याबाबतीत अन्यायी होता, त्या सर्वशक्तिमान देवाने माझ्या जीवाला दु: ख दिले आहे,
“As surely as God lives, who has taken away my justice, the Almighty, who made my life bitter,
while my life is yet in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils, this is what I will do.
My lips will not speak wickedness, neither will my tongue speak deceit;
I will never admit that you three are right; until I die I will never deny my integrity.
6 ६ मी ज्या चांगल्या गोष्टी केल्या त्यांना मी चिकटून राहीन. चांगले वागणे मी कधीही सोडणार नाही. मरेपर्यंत माझे मन मला कधीही खाणार नाही.
I hold fast to my righteousness and will not let it go; my thoughts will not reproach me so long as I live.
Let my enemy be like a wicked man; let him who rises up against me be like an unrighteous man.
8 ८ कारण देवविरहीत राहणाऱ्यांना देव जीवनातून छेदतो तर त्यांची काय आशा आहे, त्याचा जीव त्याने काढून घेतला म्हणजे त्यास काय आशा आहे?
For what is the hope of a godless man when God cuts him off, when God takes away his life?
Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?
Will he delight himself in the Almighty and call upon God at all times?
I will teach you concerning the hand of God; I will not conceal the thoughts of the Almighty.
See, all of you have seen this yourselves; why then have you spoken all this nonsense?
This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of the oppressor that he receives from the Almighty:
14 १४ त्यास खूप मुले असतील परंतु त्याची मुले तलवारीने मरतील, दुष्ट मनुष्याच्या मुलांना पुरेसे खायला मिळणार नाही.
If his children multiply, it is for the sword; his offspring will never have enough food.
Those who survive him will be buried by plague, and their widows will make no lament for them.
16 १६ दुष्ट मनुष्यास इतकी चांदी मिळेल की ती त्यास मातीमोल वाटेल, त्यास इतके कपडे मिळतील की ते त्यास मातीच्या ढिगाप्रमाणे वाटतील.
Though the wicked man heaps up silver like the dust, and heaps up clothing like clay,
he may heap up clothing, but righteous people will put it on, and innocent people will divide up the silver among themselves.
He builds his house like a spider, like a hut that a guard makes.
19 १९ तो श्रीमंत स्थितीत अंग टाकतो, परंतू सर्वदा असे राहणार नाही, तो उघडून बघेल तेव्हा सर्व गेलेले असेल.
He lies down in bed rich, but he will not keep doing so; he opens his eyes, and everything is gone.
Terrors overtake him like waters; a storm takes him away in the night.
The east wind carries him away, and he leaves; it sweeps him out of his place.
It throws itself at him and does not stop; he tries to flee out of its hand.
It claps its hands at him in mockery; it hisses him out of his place.
