Job 17

 
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                                    1 Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;                                

                                    1 “My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,The grave is ready for me.                                
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                                    2 visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.                                

                                    2 “Surely mockers are with me,And my eye gazes on their provocation.                                
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                                    3 Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?                                

                                    3 “Lay down, now, a pledge for me with Yourself;Who is there that will be my guarantor?                                
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                                    4 Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;                                

                                    4 “For You have kept their heart from understanding,Therefore You will not exalt them.                                
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                                    5 den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.                                

                                    5 “He who informs against friends for a share of the spoil,The eyes of his children also will languish.                                
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                                    6 Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;                                

                                    6 “But He has made me a byword of the people,And I am one at whom men spit.                                
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                                    7 mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;                                

                                    7 “My eye has also grown dim because of grief,And all my members are as a shadow.                                
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                                    8 retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,                                

                                    8 “The upright will be appalled at this,And the innocent will stir up himself against the godless.                                
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                                    9 men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.                                

                                    9 “Nevertheless the righteous will hold to his way,And he who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.                                
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                                    10 Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!                                

                                    10 “But come again all of you now,For I do not find a wise man among you.                                
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                                    11 Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;                                

                                    11 “My days are past, my plans are torn apart,Even the wishes of my heart.                                
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                                    12 Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;                                

                                    12 “They make night into day, saying,‘The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness.                                
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                                    13 vil jeg håbe, får jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje,                                

                                    13 “If I look for Sheol as my home,I make my bed in the darkness;                                
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                                    14 Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.                                

                                    14 If I call to the pit, ‘You are my father’;To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’;                                
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                                    15 Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?                                

                                    15 Where now is my hope?And who regards my hope?                                
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                                    16 Mon de vil følge mig ned i Dødsriget, skal sammen vi synke i Støvet? ﻿                                

                                    16 “Will it go down with me to Sheol?Shall we together go down into the dust?”