Job 14
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
Mennesket, født af en Kvinde, hans Liv er stakket, han mættes af Uro;
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and withereth; he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
han spirer som Blomsten og visner, flyr som Skyggen, står ikke fast.
3 And dost Thou open Thine eyes upon such a one, and bringest me into judgment with Thee?
Og på ham vil du rette dit Øje, ham vil du stævne for Retten!
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
Ja, kunde der komme en ren af en uren! Nej, end ikke een!
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with Thee, and Thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
Når hans Dages Tal er fastsat, hans Måneder talt hos dig, og du har sat ham en uoverskridelig Grænse,
6 Look away from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
tag så dit Øje fra ham, lad ham i Fred, at han kan nyde sin Dag som en Daglejer!
7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
Thi for et Træ er der Håb: Fældes det, skyder det atter, det fattes ej nye Skud;
8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;
ældes end Roden i Jorden, dør end Stubben i Mulde:
9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.
lugter det Vand, får det nye Skud, skyder Grene som nyplantet Træ;
10 But man dieth, and lieth low; yea, man perisheth, and where is he?
men dør en Mand, er det ude med ham, udånder Mennesket, hvor er han da?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the river is drained dry;
Som Vand løber ud af Søen og Floden svinder og tørres,
12 So man lieth down and riseth not; till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.
så lægger Manden sig, rejser sig ikke, vågner ikke, før Himlen forgår, aldrig vækkes han af sin Søvn.
13 Oh that Thou wouldest hide me in the nether-world, that Thou wouldest keep me secret, until Thy wrath be past, that Thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me! — (Sheol h7585)
Tag dog og gem mig i Dødens Rige, skjul mig, indtil din Vrede er ovre, sæt mig en Frist og kom mig i Hu! (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man die, may he live again? All the days of my service would I wait, till my relief should come —
Om Manden dog døde for atter at leve! Da vented jeg rolig al Stridens Tid, indtil min Afløsning kom;
15 Thou wouldest call, and I would answer Thee; Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of Thy hands.
du skulde kalde - og jeg skulde svare længes imod dine Hænders Værk!
16 But now Thou numberest my steps, Thou dost not even wait for my sin;
Derimod tæller du nu mine Skridt, du tilgiver ikke min Synd,
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and Thou heapest up mine iniquity.
forseglet ligger min Brøde i Posen, og over min Skyld har du lukket til.
18 And surely the mountain falling crumbleth away, and the rock is removed out of its place;
Nej, ligesom Bjerget skrider og falder, som Klippen rokkes fra Grunden,
19 The waters wear the stones; the overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth; so Thou destroyest the hope of man.
som Vandet udhuler Sten og Plaskregn bortskyller Jord, så har du udslukt Menneskets Håb.
20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
For evigt slår du ham ned, han går bort, skamskænder hans Ansigt og lader ham fare.
21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he regardeth them not.
Hans Sønner hædres, han ved det ikke, de synker i Ringhed, han mærker det ikke;
22 But his flesh grieveth for him, and his soul mourneth over him.
ikkun hans eget Kød volder Smerte, ikkun hans egen Sjæl volder Sorg.
