Job 16

 
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                                    1 Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:                                

                                    1 Then Job answered,                                
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                                    2 "Nok har jeg hørt af sligt, besværlige Trøstere er I til Hobe!                                

                                    2 “I have heard many such things;Sorry comforters are you all.                                
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                                    3 Får Mundsvejret aldrig Ende? Hvad ægged dig dog til at svare?                                

                                    3 “Is there no limit to windy words?Or what plagues you that you answer?                                
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                                    4 Også jeg kunde tale som I, hvis I kun var i mit Sted, føje mine Ord imod jer og ryste på Hovedet ad jer,                                

                                    4 “I too could speak like you,If I were in your place.I could compose words against youAnd shake my head at you.                                
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                                    5 styrke jer med min Mund, ej spare på ynksomme Ord!                                

                                    5 “I could strengthen you with my mouth,And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain.                                
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                                    6 Taler jeg, mildnes min Smerte ikke og om jeg tier, hvad Lindring får jeg?                                

                                    6 “If I speak, my pain is not lessened,And if I hold back, what has left me?                                
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                                    7 Dog nu har han udtømt min Kraft, du bar ødelagt hele min Kreds;                                

                                    7 “But now He has exhausted me;You have laid waste all my company.                                
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                                    8 at du greb mig, gælder som Vidnesbyrd mod mig, min Magerhed vidner imod mig.                                

                                    8 “You have shriveled me up,It has become a witness;And my leanness rises up against me,It testifies to my face.                                
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                                    9 Hans Vrede river og slider i mig, han skærer Tænder imod mig. Fjenderne hvæsser Blikket imod mig,                                

                                    9 “His anger has torn me and hunted me down,He has gnashed at me with His teeth;My adversary glares at me.                                
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                                    10 de opspiler Gabet imod mig, slår mig med Hån på Kind og flokkes til Hobe omkring mig;                                

                                    10 “They have gaped at me with their mouth,They have slapped me on the cheek with contempt;They have massed themselves against me.                                
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                                    11 Gud gav mig hen i Niddingers Vold, i gudløses Hænder kasted han mig.                                

                                    11 “God hands me over to ruffiansAnd tosses me into the hands of the wicked.                                
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                                    12 Jeg leved i Fred, så knuste han mig, han greb mig i Nakken og sønderslog mig; han stilled mig op som Skive,                                

                                    12 “I was at ease, but He shattered me,And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces;He has also set me up as His target.                                
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                                    13 hans Pile flyver omkring mig, han borer i Nyrerne uden Skånsel, udgyder min Galde på Jorden;                                

                                    13 “His arrows surround me.Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;He pours out my gall on the ground.                                
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                                    14 Revne på Revne slår han mig, stormer som Kriger imod mig.                                

                                    14 “He breaks through me with breach after breach;He runs at me like a warrior.                                
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                                    15 Over min Hud har jeg syet Sæk og boret mit Horn i Støvel;                                

                                    15 “I have sewed sackcloth over my skinAnd thrust my horn in the dust.                                
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                                    16 mit Ansigt er rødt af Gråd, mine Øjenlåg hyllet i Mørke,                                

                                    16 “My face is flushed from weeping,And deep darkness is on my eyelids,                                
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                                    17 skønt der ikke er Vold i min Hånd, og skønt min Bøn er ren!                                

                                    17 Although there is no violence in my hands,And my prayer is pure.                                
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                                    18 Dølg ikke, Jord, mit Blod, mit Skrig komme ikke til Hvile!                                

                                    18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,And let there be no resting place for my cry.                                
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                                    19 Alt nu er mit Vidne i Himlen, min Talsmand er i det høje;                                

                                    19 “Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,And my advocate is on high.                                
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                                    20 gid min Ven lod sig finde! Mit Øje vender sig med Tårer til Gud,                                

                                    20 “My friends are my scoffers;My eye weeps to God.                                
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                                    21 at han skifter Ret mellem Manden og Gud, mellem Mennesket og hans Ven!                                

                                    21 “O that a man might plead with GodAs a man with his neighbor!                                
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                                    22 Thi talte er de kommende År, jeg skal ud på en Færd, jeg ej vender hjem fra. ﻿                                

                                    22 “For when a few years are past,I shall go the way of no return.