Job 23
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Då svara Job og sagde:
2 Even to-day, is my complaint rebellion? His hand, is heavier than my groaning.
«Endå gjeld klaga mi for tråss, tungt legg eg handi på min sukk.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;
Berre eg kunde finna honom og koma til hans bustad fram!
4 I would set out, before him, a plea, and, my mouth, would I fill with arguments;
Då la eg fram for han mi sak og fyllte munnen min med prov.
5 I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to me.
Då høyrde eg kva svar han gav, og merka det han sa til meg.
6 Would he, with fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!
Vilde med magt han mot meg standa? Nei, lyda på meg vilde han.
7 There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.
Ein skuldfri stod då for han fram; for alltid slapp eg domar min.
8 Behold! eastward, I go, but he is not there, and, westward, but I perceive him not;
Gjeng eg i aust, han er’kje der; mot vest, eg vert han ikkje var;
9 On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.
i nord han verkar, ei eg ser han, han snur mot sud, eg ser han ikkje.
10 But, he, knoweth the way that I choose, Having tried me, as gold, I shall come forth.
For all den veg eg fer han kjenner; prøvde han meg, eg var som gull.
11 Of his steps, my foot taketh hold, His way, have I kept, and not swerved;
Min fot hev fylgt i faret hans; hans veg eg gjeng ubrigdeleg,
12 The command of his lips, and would not go back, and, in my bosom, have I treasured the words of his lips.
veik ei frå det hans lippa baud, meir enn mi lov eg lydde hans.
13 But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.
Men ein er han, kven hindrar honom? Det han hev hug til, gjer han og.
14 Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.
Han um min lagnad avgjerd tek, og hev med meg so mangt i emning.
15 For this cause, from his presence, am I driven in fear, I diligently consider and am kept back from him in dread:
Eg difor ræddast for hans åsyn, når eg det minnest, skjelv eg for han.
16 Yea, GOD, hath made timid my heart, and, the Almighty, hath put me in terror.
Ja, Gud hev brote ned mitt mod, og Allvald hev gjort meg fælen,
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor, before my face, did the gloom form a shroud.
ei er det myrkret som meg tyner, og ei mi eigi myrke åsyn.
