Job 16
1 Potem je Job odgovoril in rekel:
Then Job answered and said,
2 »Slišal sem mnoge takšne stvari. Vi vsi ste bedni tolažniki.
“I have heard many such things; you are all miserable comforters.
3 Mar bodo besede ničnosti imele konec? Ali kaj te opogumlja, da odgovarjaš?
Will useless words ever have an end? What is wrong with you that you answer like this?
4 Tudi jaz bi lahko govoril, kakor delate vi. Če bi bila vaša duša namesto moje duše, bi lahko kopičil besede zoper vas in z glavo zmajeval nad vami.
I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could collect and join words together against you and shake my head at you in mockery.
5 Toda jaz bi vas želel okrepiti s svojimi usti in premikanje mojih ustnic bi omililo vašo žalost.
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the quivering of my lips will bring you relief!
6 Čeprav govorim, moja žalost ni zmanjšana in čeprav potrpim, koliko sem olajšan?
If I speak, my grief is not lessened; if I keep from speaking, how am I helped?
7 Toda sedaj me je naredil izmučenega. Vso mojo skupino si naredil zapuščeno.
But now, God, you have made me weary; you have made all my family desolate.
8 Napolnil si me z gubami, ki so priča zoper mene. Moja pustost vstaja v meni in pričuje v moj obraz.
You have made me dry up, which itself is a witness against me; the leanness of my body rises up against me, and it testifies against my face.
9 Trga me v svojem besu ta, ki me sovraži. Nad menoj škripa s svojimi zobmi. Moj sovražnik svoje oči ostri nad menoj.
God has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me; He grinds his teeth in rage; my enemy fastens his eyes on me as he tears me apart.
10 S svojimi usti so zevali vame. Grajalno so me udarili na lice. Skupaj so se zbrali zoper mene.
People have gaped with open mouth at me; they have hit me reproachfully on the cheek; they have gathered together against me.
11 Bog me je izročil brezbožnim in me predal v roke zlobnih.
God hands me over to ungodly people, and throws me into the hands of wicked people.
12 Bil sem sproščen, toda razlomil me je. Prijel me je tudi za moj vrat in me stresel na koščke in me postavil za svoje znamenje.
I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Indeed, he has taken me by the neck and dashed me to pieces; he has also set me up as his target.
13 Njegovi lokostrelci so me obdali naokoli, on mojo notranjost cepi narazen in ne prizanaša; moj žolč izliva na tla.
His archers surround me all around; God pierces my kidneys and does not spare me; he pours out my bile on the ground.
14 Lomi me z vrzeljo nad vrzeljo, nadme teče kakor velikan.
He smashes through my wall again and again; he runs upon me like a warrior.
15 Sešil sem vrečevino na svoji koži in svoj rog omadeževal v prahu.
I have sewn sackcloth on my skin; I have thrust my horn into the ground.
16 Moj obraz je zapacan od joka in na mojih vekah je smrtna senca,
My face is red with weeping; on my eyelids is the shadow of death
17 ne zaradi kakršnekoli nepravičnosti na mojih rokah. Tudi moja molitev je čista.
although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 Oh zemlja, ne pokrij moje krvi in naj moj jok nima prostora.
Earth, do not cover up my blood; let my cry have no resting place.
19 Tudi sedaj, glej, moja priča je v nebesih in moje pričevanje je na višini.
Even now, see, my witness is in heaven; he who vouches for me is on high.
20 Moji prijatelji me zasmehujejo, toda moje oko izliva solze k Bogu.
My friends scoff at me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
21 Oh, da bi se nekdo lahko potegoval za človeka pri Bogu, kakor se človek poteguje za svojega bližnjega!
I ask for that witness in heaven to argue for this man with God as a man does with his neighbor!
22 Ko pride nekaj let, potem bom šel pot, od koder se ne bom vrnil.
For when a few years have passed, I will go to a place from where I will not return.
