Jobs 19
1 Då svara Job og sagde:
Job replied,
2 «Kor lenge vil mi sjel de harma og krasa meg med dykkar ord?
“How long will you go on tormenting me? How long will you go on crushing me with words?
3 Ti gonger hev de no meg spotta; de skjemmest ei å krenkja meg.
Ten times already you have humiliated me. Aren't you ashamed for treating me so badly?
4 Hev eg i røyndi mistak gjort, dei mistak er mi eigi sak.
Even if I did sin, that's my problem, and has nothing to do with you.
5 Vil de dykk briska imot meg, som um eg lid mi skam med rette?
You think you're so much better than me, and you use my degradation against me.
6 Hugs på at Gud hev bøygt meg ned og spana kringum meg sitt garn.
But you should realize that it's God who has wronged me, he has trapped me in his net.
7 Eg ropar: «Vald!» - men eg fær’kje svar; eg ropar: «Hjelp!» men fær’kje rett.
Even though I cry for help, I get no answer; even though I shout my objections, I get no justice.
8 Han stengjer vegen for min fot, og myrker legg han på min stig.
God has walled me in so I can't escape; he has plunged my path into darkness.
9 Min heidersklædnad drog han av; han frå mitt hovud kransen tok.
He has stripped my honor from me; he has taken away my reputation.
10 Mi vern han braut, so eg gjekk under, mi von sleit han lik treet upp.
He tears me down from all sides until I am finished; he has destroyed my hope like a tree that is uprooted.
11 Hans vreide logar meg imot, og for ein fiend’ held han meg.
His anger burns against me; he treats me as one of his enemies.
12 Hans skarar stemner fram mot meg; dei brøyter seg ein veg mot meg og lægrar seg kring tjeldet mitt.
God's troops assemble to attack me. They build ramparts against me. They encircle and besiege my home.
13 Han dreiv ifrå meg mine frendar, og kjenningar vart framande.
He has driven my brothers far away from me; all my former friends are estranged from me.
14 Skyldfolki held seg burte frå meg, husvenerne hev gløymt meg burt.
My relatives have abandoned me; my close friends have forgotten me.
15 For hjon og tenar er eg framand; dei held meg for ein ukjend mann.
My house guests and my maidservants treat me as a stranger—to them I have become a foreigner.
16 Ei svarar drengen på mitt rop. Eg må med munnen tigga honom;
I call my servant, but he doesn't reply. I have to beg him!
17 min ande byd imot for kona, eg tevjar ilt for mine sambrør.
I am repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own brothers.
18 Jamvel smågutar spottar meg, når eg stend upp, dei talar mot meg.
Even young children despise me; when I stand up they ridicule me.
19 Dei styggjest for meg mine vener, og dei eg elska, snur seg mot meg.
All my closest friends despise me, and those I loved have turned on me.
20 Min kropp er berre skin og bein, snaudt hev eg endå tannkjøt att.
I've been reduced to skin and bones and I survive by the skin of my teeth.
21 Hav medynk, medynk, mine vener! Gud hev meg råka med si hand.
Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, because God has struck me down!
22 Kvifor skal de som Gud meg jaga, og vert ei mette av mitt kjøt?
Why are you persecuting me like God does? Aren't you satisfied with getting your pound of flesh?
23 Å, gjev at mine ord vart skrivne, og i ei bok vart rita inn,
I wish my words could be written down, recorded in a book,
24 ja, vart med jarnmeitel og bly for ævleg tid i berget hogne!
or engraved with an iron pen and molten lead in the rock forever.
25 Eg veit at min utløysar liver, til sist han yver moldi kjem.
I know my Redeemer is alive, and that he shall finally take the stand for me on the earth.
26 Og når mi hud er øydelagd, ut frå mitt kjøt då ser eg Gud,
Even though my skin is destroyed, in my body I shall see God.
27 eg honom ser som venen min, mitt auga ser det, ingen framand! Å, nyro lengtar i mitt liv!
I myself will see him—with my own eyes, and not those of someone else! The thought overcomes me!
28 De segjer: «Me vil jaga honom!» - som um orsaki låg hjå meg!
You say to yourselves, ‘How can we make him suffer so he can see he is the source of his problems?’
29 Men de lyt agta dykk for sverdet; for vreide vert ved sverdet straffa. Og de skal vita: domen kjem.»
You yourselves should fear being punished by God, for you know anger brings God's punishment that accompanies judgment.”
