Job 16
1 Job progovori i reče:
Then Job answered,
2 “Koliko se takvih naslušah besjeda, kako ste mi svi vi mučni tješioci!
"I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.
3 Ima li kraja tim riječima ispraznim? Što te goni da mi tako odgovaraš?
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I ja bih mogao k'o vi govoriti da vam je duša na mjestu duše moje; i ja bih vas mog'o zasuti riječima i nad sudbom vašom tako kimat' glavom;
I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
5 i ja bih mogao ustima vas hrabrit', i ne bih žalio trud svojih usana.
but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
6 Al' ako govorim, patnja se ne blaži, ako li zašutim, zar će me minuti?
"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Zlopakost me sada shrvala posvema, čitava se rulja oborila na me.
But now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.
8 Ustao je proti meni da svjedoči i u lice mi se baca klevetama.
You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9 Jarošću me svojom razdire i goni, škrgućuć' zubima obara se na me. Moji protivnici sijeku me očima,
He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
10 prijeteći, na mene usta razvaljuju, po obrazima me sramotno ćuškaju, u čoporu svi tad navaljuju na me.
They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
11 Da, zloćudnicima Bog me predao, u ruke opakih on me izručio.
God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Mirno življah dok On ne zadrma mnome, za šiju me ščepa da bi me slomio.
I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 Uze me za biljeg i strijelama osu, nemilosrdno mi bubrege probode i mojom žuči zemlju žednu natopi.
His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 Na tijelu mi ranu do rane otvara, kao bijesan ratnik nasrće na mene.
He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
15 Tijelo sam golo u kostrijet zašio, zario sam čelo svoje u prašinu.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 Zapalilo mi se sve lice od suza, sjena tamna preko vjeđa mi je pala.
My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
17 A nema nasilja na rukama mojim, molitva je moja bila uvijek čista.
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O zemljo, krvi moje nemoj sakriti i kriku mom ne daj nigdje da počine.
"Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
19 Odsad na nebu imam ja svjedoka, u visini gore moj stoji branitelj.
Even now, look, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
20 Moja vika moj je odvjetnik kod Boga dok se ispred njega suze moje liju:
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
21 o, da me obrani u parbi mojoj s Bogom ko što smrtnik brani svojega bližnjega.
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.
22 No životu mom su odbrojena ljeta, na put bez povratka meni je krenuti.
For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
