Ījaba 7
1 Vai cilvēkam nav karš virs zemes, un vai viņa dienas nav kā algādža dienas?
Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
2 Tā kā kalps ilgojās pēc ēnas un kā algādzis gaida uz savu algu,
As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
3 Tāpat man nākuši daudz bēdīgi mēneši, un grūtas naktis man ir piešķirtas.
So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
4 Kad apguļos, tad es saku: kad atkal celšos? un vakars vilcinājās, un es apnīkstu mētāties gultā līdz gaismai.
As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
5 Mana miesa ir apsegta ar tārpiem un vātīm, mana āda sadzīst un čūlo atkal.
My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
6 Manas dienas ir ātrākas nekā vēvera (audēja) spole un beidzās bez nekādas cerības.
My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
7 Piemini, ka mana dzīvība ir vējš un mana acs labuma vairs neredzēs.
Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
8 Acs, kas nu mani redz, manis vairs neredzēs. Tavas acis uz mani skatās, un es vairs neesmu.
Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up: (Sheol h7585)
10 Viņš neatgriezīsies atkal savā namā, un viņa vieta viņu vairs nepazīs.
He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
11 Tā tad es savu muti neturēšu, es runāšu savās sirds bēdās, es žēlošos savā sirdsrūgtumā.
I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Vai tad es esmu kā jūra, vai kā liela jūras zivs, ka tu ap mani noliec vakti?
Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
13 Kad es saku: mana gulta man iepriecinās, manas cisas atvieglinās manas vaimanas,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
14 Tad Tu mani izbiedē ar sapņiem, un caur parādīšanām Tu mani iztrūcini,
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
15 Tā ka mana dvēsele vēlās būt nožņaugta, labāki mirt nekā tā izģinst.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
16 Es esmu apnicis, man netīk mūžam dzīvot; atstājies jel no manis, jo manas dienas ir kā nekas.
I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
17 Kas ir cilvēks, ka Tu viņu tik augsti turi un ka Tu viņu lieci vērā,
What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
18 Un viņu piemeklē ik rītu, viņu pārbaudi ik acumirkli,
That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
19 Ka Tu nemaz no manis neatstājies un mani nepameti, ne siekalas ierīt?
How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
20 Ja esmu grēkojis, ko es Tev darīšu, Tu cilvēku sargs? Kāpēc Tu mani esi licis Sev par mērķi, ka es sev pašam palicis par nastu?
I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
21 Un kāpēc Tu manus pārkāpumus nepiedod un neatņem manu noziegumu? Jo nu es apgulšos pīšļos, un kad Tu mani meklēsi, tad manis vairs nebūs.
And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
