Job 32
1 Tako so ti trije možje prenehali odgovarjati Jobu, ker je bil pravičen v svojih lastnih očeh.
So these three men ceased to respond to Job, because, he, was righteous in their eyes.
2 Potem je bil vžgan bes Elihúja, Barahélovega sina, Buzéjca iz Rámovega rodu. Njegov bes je bil vžgan zoper Joba, ker je sebe bolj opravičeval kakor Boga.
Then was kindled the anger of Elihu, son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram, —against Job, was kindled his anger, because he justified his own soul rather than God;
3 Tudi zoper njegove tri prijatelje je bil vžgan njegov bes, ker niso našli nobenega odgovora, pa so vendar obsodili Joba.
and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, —because that they found not a response, and condemned God.
4 Torej Elihú je čakal, dokler Job ni spregovoril, ker so bili starejši kakor on.
But, Elihu, had waited for Job with words, because the others were older than he.
5 Ko je Elihú videl, da ni bilo nobenega odgovora v ustih teh treh mož, je bil potem vžgan njegov bes.
Howbeit, when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men, then was kindled his anger.
6 Elihú, Barahélov sin, Buzéjec, je odgovoril in rekel: »Jaz sem mlad, vi pa ste zelo stari, zato sem bil prestrašen in se vam nisem drznil pokazati svojega mnenja.
So then Elihu, son of Barachel, the Buzite, responded and said: —Young, am I, whereas, ye, are aged, For this cause, I faltered, and feared—to shew my knowledge unto you:
7 Rekel sem: ›Dnevi naj bi spregovorili in množica let naj bi učila modrost.‹
I said, Days, should speak, —and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.
8 Toda v človeku je duh. Navdih Vsemogočnega jim daje razumevanje.
Yet surely, there is a spirit in men, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth them understanding;
9 Veliki možje niso vedno modri niti ostareli ne razumejo sodbe.
Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.
10 Zato sem rekel: ›Prisluhnite mi. Tudi jaz bom pokazal svoje mnenje.
Therefore, I said, Hearken unto me, I will show my knowledge—even I.
11 Glejte, čakal sem na vaše besede, prisluhnil sem vašim razlogom, medtem ko ste iskali, kaj bi rekli.
Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;
12 Da, prisluhnil sem vam in glejte nikogar izmed vas ni bilo, da prepriča Joba ali da odgovori njegovim besedam,
Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, —But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.
13 da ne bi rekli: ›Pridobili smo modrost. Bog ga suva dol, ne človek.‹
Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.
14 Torej svojih besed ni usmeril zoper mene niti mu ne bom odgovoril z vašimi govori.«
Since he directed not to me discourse, therefore, with your speeches, will I not reply to him.
15 Bili so osupli, niso več odgovarjali. Prenehali so govoriti.
They were dismayed, they responded no more, they suffered speech to forsake them;
16 Ko sem čakal (kajti niso govorili, temveč mirno stali in niso več odgovarjali),
Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.
17 sem rekel: »Tudi jaz bom odgovoril svoj del, tudi jaz bom pokazal svoje mišljenje.
I will respond, even I—on my part, I will shew my knowledge, even I!
18 Kajti poln sem stvari, duh znotraj mene me sili.
For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom, presseth me on.
19 Glejte, moj trebuh je kakor vino, ki nima oddušnika. Pripravljeno je, da poči kakor novi mehovi.
Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.
20 Govoril bom, da bom lahko osvežen. Odprl bom svoje ustnice in odgovoril.
I will speak, that I may freely breathe, I will open my lips and respond.
21 Ne pustite mi, prosim vas, sprejeti obličja kateregakoli moža niti mi ne pustite, da dajem laskave nazive človeku.
Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,
22 Kajti ne znam dajati laskavih nazivov. Če bi tako počel, bi me moj stvarnik hitro odvedel.
Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!
