Job 18
1 Saa tog Sjuhiten Bildad til Orde og sagde:
But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
2 Saa gør dog en Ende paa dine Ord, kom til Fornuft og lad os tale!
How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
3 Hvi skal vi regnes for Kvæg og staa som umælende i dine Øjne?
Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?
4 Du, som i Vrede sønderslider din Sjæl, skal for din Skyld Jorden blive øde og Klippen flyttes fra sit Sted?
You, who ruins your own soul in your fury, will the earth be forsaken because of you, and will the cliffs be moved from their place?
5 Nej, den gudløses Lys bliver slukt, hans Ildslue giver ej Lys;
Will not the light of the impious be put out, and the flame of his fire refuse to shine?
6 Lyset i hans Telt gaar ud, og hans Lampe slukkes for ham;
Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.
7 hans kraftige Skridt bliver korte, han falder for eget Raad;
His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.
8 thi hans Fod drives ind i Nettet, paa Fletværk vandrer han frem,
For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.
9 Fælden griber om Hælen, Garnet holder ham fast;
His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
10 Snaren er skjult i Jorden for ham og Saksen paa hans Sti;
A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
11 Rædsler skræmmer ham alle Vegne og kyser ham Skridt for Skridt:
Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
12 Ulykken hungrer efter ham, Undergang lurer paa hans Fald:
Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
13 Dødens førstefødte æder hans Lemmer, æder hans Legemes Lemmer;
Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
14 han rives bort fra sit Telt, sin Fortrøstning; den styrer hans Skridt til Rædslernes Konge;
Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.
15 i hans Telt har Undergang hjemme, Svovl strøs ud paa hans Bolig;
Let the companions of he who is not, dwell in his tabernacle; let brimstone rain down upon his tabernacle.
16 nedentil tørrer hans Rødder, oventil visner hans Grene;
Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.
17 hans Minde svinder fra Jord, paa Gaden nævnes ikke hans Navn;
Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.
18 man støder ham ud fra Lys i Mørket og driver ham bort fra Jorderig;
He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.
19 i sit Folk har han ikke Afkom og Æt, i hans Hjem er der ingen tilbage;
Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.
20 de i Vester stivner ved hans Skæbnedag, de i Øst bliver slagne af Rædsel.
The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.
21 Ja, saaledes gaar det den lovløses Bolig, dens Hjem, der ej kender Gud!
And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.
