Job 6

 
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                                    1 Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:                                

                                    1 Then Job answered,                                
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                                    2 "Gid man vejed min Harme og vejed min Ulykke mod den!                                

                                    2 “Oh that my grief were actually weighedAnd laid in the balances together with my calamity!                                
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                                    3 Thi tungere er den end Havets Sand, derfor talte jeg over mig!                                

                                    3 “For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas;Therefore my words have been rash.                                
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                                    4 Thi i mig sidder den Almægtiges Pile, min Ånd inddrikker deres Gift; Rædsler fra Gud forvirrer mig.                                

                                    4 “For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,Their poison my spirit drinks;The terrors of God are arrayed against me.                                
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                                    5 Skriger et Vildæsel midt i Græsset, brøler en Okse ved sit Foder?                                

                                    5 “Does the wild donkey bray over his grass,Or does the ox low over his fodder?                                
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                                    6 Spiser man ferskt uden Salt, smager mon Æggehvide godt?                                

                                    6 “Can something tasteless be eaten without salt,Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?                                
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                                    7 Min Sjæl vil ej røre derved, de Ting er som Lugt af en Løve.                                

                                    7 “My soul refuses to touch them;They are like loathsome food to me.                                
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                                    8 Ak, blev mit Ønske dog opfyldt, Gud give mig det, som jeg håber                                

                                    8 “Oh that my request might come to pass,And that God would grant my longing!                                
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                                    9 vilde d dog knuse mig, række Hånden ud og skære mig fra,                                

                                    9 “Would that God were willing to crush me,That He would loose His hand and cut me off!                                
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                                    10 så vilde det være min Trøst - jeg hopped af Glæde trods skånselsløs Kval at jeg ikke har nægtet den Helliges Ord.                                

                                    10 “But it is still my consolation,And I rejoice in unsparing pain,That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.                                
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                                    11 Hvad er min Kraft, at jeg skal holde ud, min Udgang, at jeg skal være tålmodig?                                

                                    11 “What is my strength, that I should wait?And what is my end, that I should endure?                                
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                                    12 Er da min Kraft som Stenens, er da mit Legeme Kobber?                                

                                    12 “Is my strength the strength of stones,Or is my flesh bronze?                                
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                                    13 Ak, for mig er der ingen Hjælp, hver Udvej lukker sig for mig.                                

                                    13 “Is it that my help is not within me,And that deliverance is driven from me?                                
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                                    14 Den, der nægter sin Næste Godhed, han bryder med den Almægtiges Frygt.                                

                                    14 “For the despairing man there should be kindness from his friend;So that he does not forsake the fear of the Almighty.                                
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                                    15 Mine Brødre sveg mig som en Bæk, som Strømme, hvis Vand svandt bort,                                

                                    15 “My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi,Like the torrents of wadis which vanish,                                
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                                    16 de, der var grumset af os, og som Sneen gemte sig i,                                

                                    16 Which are turbid because of iceAnd into which the snow melts.                                
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                                    17 men som svandt ved Solens Glød, tørredes sporløst ud i Hede;                                

                                    17 “When they become waterless, they are silent,When it is hot, they vanish from their place.                                
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                                    18 Karavaner bøjer af fra Vejen, drager op i Ørkenen og går til Grunde;                                

                                    18 “The paths of their course wind along,They go up into nothing and perish.                                
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                                    19 Temas Karavaner spejder, Sabas Rejsetog håber på dem,                                

                                    19 “The caravans of Tema looked,The travelers of Sheba hoped for them.                                
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                                    20 men de beskæmmes i deres Tillid, de kommer derhen og skuffes!                                

                                    20 “They were disappointed for they had trusted,They came there and were confounded.                                
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                                    21 Ja, slige Strømme er I mig nu, Rædselen så I og grebes af Skræk!                                

                                    21 “Indeed, you have now become such,You see a terror and are afraid.                                
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                                    22 Har jeg mon sagt: "Giv mig Gaver, løs mig med eders Velstand,                                

                                    22 “Have I said, ‘Give me something,’Or, ‘Offer a bribe for me from your wealth,’                                
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                                    23 red mig af Fjendens Hånd, køb mig fri fra Voldsmænds Hånd!"                                

                                    23 Or, ‘Deliver me from the hand of the adversary,’Or, ‘Redeem me from the hand of the tyrants’?                                
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                                    24 Lær mig, så vil jeg tie, vis mig, hvor jeg har fejlet!                                

                                    24 “Teach me, and I will be silent;And show me how I have erred.                                
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                                    25 Redelig Tale, se, den gør Indtryk; men eders Revselse, hvad er den værd?                                

                                    25 “How painful are honest words!But what does your argument prove?                                
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                                    26 Er det jer Hensigt at revse Ord? Den fortvivledes Ord er dog Mundsvejr!                                

                                    26 “Do you intend to reprove my words,When the words of one in despair belong to the wind?                                
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                                    27 Selv om en faderløs kasted I Lod og købslog om eders Ven.                                

                                    27 “You would even cast lots for the orphansAnd barter over your friend.                                
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                                    28 Men vilde I nu dog se på mig! Mon jeg lyver jer op i Ansigtet?                                

                                    28 “Now please look at me,And see if I lie to your face.                                
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                                    29 Vend jer hid, lad der ikke ske Uret, vend jer, thi end har jeg Ret!                                

                                    29 “Desist now, let there be no injustice;Even desist, my righteousness is yet in it.                                
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                                    30 Er der Uret på min Tunge, eller skelner min Gane ej, hvad der er ondt? ﻿                                

                                    30 “Is there injustice on my tongue?Cannot my palate discern calamities?