Job 3

 
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                                    1 Derefter oplod Job sin Mund og forbandede sin Dag,                                

                                    1 Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.                                
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                                    2 og Job tog til Orde og sagde:                                

                                    2 And Job said,                                
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                                    3 Bort med den Dag, jeg fødtes, den Nat, der sagde: "Se, en Dreng!"                                

                                    3 “Let the day perish on which I was to be born,And the night which said, ‘A boy is conceived.’                                
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                                    4 Denne Dag vorde Mørke, Gud deroppe spørge ej om den, over den stråle ej Lyset frem!                                

                                    4 “May that day be darkness;Let not God above care for it,Nor light shine on it.                                
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                                    5 Mulm og Mørke løse den ind, Tåge lægge sig over den, Formørkelser skræmme den!                                

                                    5 “Let darkness and black gloom claim it;Let a cloud settle on it;Let the blackness of the day terrify it.                                
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                                    6 Mørket tage den Nat, den høre ej hjemme blandt Årets Dage, den komme ikke i Måneders Tal!                                

                                    6 “As for that night, let darkness seize it;Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;Let it not come into the number of the months.                                
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                                    7 Ja, denne Nat vorde gold, der lyde ej Jubel i den!                                

                                    7 “Behold, let that night be barren;Let no joyful shout enter it.                                
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                                    8 De, der besværger Dage, forbande den, de, der har lært at hidse Livjatan";                                

                                    8 “Let those curse it who curse the day,Who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.                                
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                                    9 dens Morgenstjerner formørkes, den bie forgæves på Lys, den skue ej Morgenrødens Øjenlåg,                                

                                    9 “Let the stars of its twilight be darkened;Let it wait for light but have none,And let it not see the breaking dawn;                                
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                                    10 fordi den ej lukked mig Moderlivets Døre og skjulte Kvide for mit Blik!                                

                                    10 Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb,Or hide trouble from my eyes.                                
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                                    11 Hvi døde jeg ikke i Moders Liv eller udånded straks fra Moders Skød?                                

                                    11 “Why did I not die at birth,Come forth from the womb and expire?                                
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                                    12 Hvorfor var der Knæ til at tage imod mig, hvorfor var der Bryster at die?                                

                                    12 “Why did the knees receive me,And why the breasts, that I should suck?                                
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                                    13 Så havde jeg nu ligget og hvilet, så havde jeg slumret i Fred                                

                                    13 “For now I would have lain down and been quiet;I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,                                
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                                    14 blandt Konger og Jordens Styrere, der bygged sig Gravpaladser,                                

                                    14 With kings and with counselors of the earth,Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;                                
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                                    15 blandt Fyrster, rige på Guld, som fyldte deres Huse med Sølv.                                

                                    15 Or with princes who had gold,Who were filling their houses with silver.                                
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                                    16 Eller var jeg dog som et nedgravet Foster. som Børn, der ikke fik Lyset at se!                                

                                    16 “Or like a miscarriage which is discarded, I would not be,As infants that never saw light.                                
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                                    17 Der larmer de gudløse ikke mer, der hviler de trætte ud,                                

                                    17 “There the wicked cease from raging,And there the weary are at rest.                                
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                                    18 alle de fangne har Ro, de hører ej Fogedens Røst;                                

                                    18 “The prisoners are at ease together;They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.                                
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                                    19 små og store er lige der og Trællen fri for sin Herre.                                

                                    19 “The small and the great are there,And the slave is free from his master.                                
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                                    20 Hvi giver Gud de lidende Lys, de bittert sørgende Liv,                                

                                    20 “Why is light given to him who suffers,And life to the bitter of soul,                                
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                                    21 dem, som bier forgæves på Døden, graver derefter som efter Skatte,                                

                                    21 Who long for death, but there is none,And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,                                
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                                    22 som glæder sig til en Stenhøj, jubler, når de finder deres Grav                                

                                    22 Who rejoice greatly,And exult when they find the grave?                                
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                                    23 en Mand, hvis Vej er skjult, hvem Gud har stænget inde?                                

                                    23 “Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,And whom God has hedged in?                                
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                                    24 Thi Suk er blevet mit daglige Brød, mine Ve råb strømmer som Vand.                                

                                    24 “For my groaning comes at the sight of my food,And my cries pour out like water.                                
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                                    25 Thi hvad jeg gruer for, rammer mig, hvad jeg bæver for, kommer over mig.                                

                                    25 “For what I fear comes upon me,And what I dread befalls me.                                
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                                    26 Knap har jeg Fred, og knap har jeg Ro, knap har jeg Hvile, så kommer Uro! ﻿                                

                                    26 “I am not at ease, nor am I quiet,And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes.”