Job 18

1 Så tog Sjuhiten Bildad til Orde og sagde:

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered,

2 "Så gør dog en Ende på dine Ord, kom til Fornuft og lad os tale!

“How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.

3 Hvi skal vi regnes for Kvæg og stå som umælende i dine Øjne?

Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?

4 Du, som i Vrede sønderslider din Sjæl, skal for din Skyld Jorden blive øde og Klippen flyttes fra sit Sted?

You who tear yourself in your anger, will the earth be forsaken for you? Or will the rock be removed out of its place?

5 Nej, den gudløses Lys bliver slukt, hans Ildslue giver ej Lys;

“Yes, the light of the wicked will be put out. The spark of his fire will not shine.

6 Lyset i hans Telt går ud, og hans Lampe slukkes for ham;

The light will be dark in his tent. His lamp above him will be put out.

7 hans kraftige Skridt bliver korte, han falder for eget Råd;

The steps of his strength will be shortened. His own counsel will cast him down.

8 thi hans Fod drives ind i Nettet, på Fletværk vandrer han frem,

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he wanders into its mesh.

9 Fælden griber om Hælen, Garnet holder ham fast;

A snare will take him by the heel. A trap will catch him.

10 Snaren er skjult i Jorden for ham og Saksen på hans Sti;

A noose is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him on the path.

11 Rædsler skræmmer ham alle Vegne og kyser ham Skridt for Skridt:

Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.

12 Ulykken hungrer efter ham, Undergang lurer på hans Fald:

His strength will be famished. Calamity will be ready at his side.

13 Dødens førstefødte æder hans Lemmer, æder hans Legemes Lemmer;

The members of his body will be devoured. The firstborn of death will devour his members.

14 han rives bort fra sit Telt, sin Fortrøstning; den styrer hans Skridt til Rædslernes Konge;

He will be rooted out of the security of his tent. He will be brought to the king of terrors.

15 i hans Telt har Undergang hjemme, Svovl strøs ud på hans Bolig;

There will dwell in his tent that which is none of his. Sulfur will be scattered on his habitation.

16 nedentil tørrer hans Rødder, oventil visner hans Grene;

His roots will be dried up beneath. His branch will be cut off above.

17 hans Minde svinder fra Jord, på Gaden nævnes ikke hans Navn;

His memory will perish from the earth. He will have no name in the street.

18 man støder ham ud fra Lys i Mørket og driver ham bort fra Jorderig;

He will be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

19 i sit Folk har han ikke Afkom og Æt, i hans Hjem er der ingen tilbage;

He will have neither son nor grandson among his people, nor any remaining where he lived.

20 de i Vester stivner ved hans Skæbnedag, de i Øst bliver slagne af Rædsel.

Those who come after will be astonished at his day, as those who went before were frightened.

21 Ja, således går det den lovløses Bolig, dens Hjem, der ej kender Gud!

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous. This is the place of him who does not know God.”