Job 19
1 Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:
Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2 "Hvor længe vil I krænke min Sjæl og slå mig sønder med Ord?
Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
3 I håner mig nu for tiende Gang, mishandler mig uden Skam.
Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.
4 Har jeg da virkelig fejlet, hænger der Fejl ved mig?
And though I had in deede erred, mine errour remaineth with me.
5 Eller gør I jer store imod mig og revser mig ved at smæde?
But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche,
6 Så vid da, at Gud har bøjet min Ret, omspændt mig med sit Net.
Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Se, jeg skriger: Vold! men får ikke Svar, råber om Hjælp, der er ingen Ret.
Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
8 Han spærred min Vej, jeg kom ikke frem, han hylled mine Stier i Mørke;
Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
9 han klædte mig af for min Ære, berøved mit Hoved Kronen,
Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
10 brød mig ned overalt, så jeg må bort, oprykked mit Håb som Træet;
He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
11 hans Vrede blussede mod mig, han regner mig for sin Fjende;
And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
12 samlede rykker hans Flokke frem og bryder sig Vej imod mig, de lejrer sig om mit Telt.
His armies came together, and made their way vpon me, and camped about my tabernacle.
13 Mine Brødre har fjernet sig fra mig, Venner er fremmede for mig,
He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me.
14 mine nærmeste og Hendinge holder sig fra mig, de, der er i mit Hus, har glemt mig;
My neighbours haue forsaken me, and my familiars haue forgotten me.
15 mine Piger regner mig for en fremmed, vildfremmed er jeg i deres Øjne;
They that dwel in mine house, and my maydes tooke me for a stranger: for I was a stranger in their sight.
16 ej svarer min Træl, når jeg kalder, jeg må trygle ham med min Mund;
I called my seruant, but he would not answere, though I prayed him with my mouth.
17 ved min Ånde væmmes min Hustru, mine egne Brødre er jeg en Stank;
My breath was strange vnto my wife, though I prayed her for the childrens sake of mine owne body.
18 selv Drenge agter mig ringe, når jeg reljser mig, taler de mod mig;
The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.
19 Standsfælleræmmes til Hobe ved mig, de, jeg elskede, vender sig mod mig.
All my secret friends abhorred me, and they whome I loued, are turned against me.
20 Benene hænger fast ved min Hud, med Kødet i Tænderne slap jeg bort.
My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
21 Nåde, mine Venner, Nåde, thi Guds Hånd har rørt mig!
Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.
22 Hvi forfølger og I mig som Gud og mættes ej af mit Kød?
Why do ye persecute me, as God? and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 Ak, gid mine Ord blev skrevet op, blev tegnet op i en Bog,
Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
24 med Griffel af Jern, med Bly indristet i Hlippen for evigt!
And grauen with an yron pen in lead, or in stone for euer!
25 Men jeg ved, at min Løser lever, over Støvet vil en Forsvarer stå frem.
For I am sure, that my Redeemer liueth, and he shall stand the last on the earth.
26 Når min sønderslidte Hud er borte, skal jeg ud fra mit Kød skue Gud,
And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
27 hvem jeg skal se på min Side; ham skal mine Øjne se, ingen fremmed! Mine Nyrer forgår i mit Indre!
Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes are consumed within me.
28 Når I siger: "Hor vi skal forfølge ham, Sagens Rod vil vi udfinde hos ham!"
But yee sayde, Why is hee persecuted? And there was a deepe matter in me.
29 så tag jer i Vare for Sværdet; thi Vrede rammer de lovløse, at I skal kende, der kommer en Dom!
Be ye afraide of the sworde: for the sworde will be auenged of wickednesse, that yee may knowe that there is a iudgement.
