Job 18

 
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                                    1 Så tog Sjuhiten Bildad til Orde og sagde:                                

                                    1 Then Bildad the Shuhite responded,                                
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                                    2 "Så gør dog en Ende på dine Ord, kom til Fornuft og lad os tale!                                

                                    2 “How long will you hunt for words?Show understanding and then we can talk.                                
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                                    3 Hvi skal vi regnes for Kvæg og stå som umælende i dine Øjne?                                

                                    3 “Why are we regarded as beasts,As stupid in your eyes?                                
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                                    4 Du, som i Vrede sønderslider din Sjæl, skal for din Skyld Jorden blive øde og Klippen flyttes fra sit Sted?                                

                                    4 “O you who tear yourself in your anger—For your sake is the earth to be abandoned,Or the rock to be moved from its place?                                
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                                    5 Nej, den gudløses Lys bliver slukt, hans Ildslue giver ej Lys;                                

                                    5 “Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out,And the flame of his fire gives no light.                                
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                                    6 Lyset i hans Telt går ud, og hans Lampe slukkes for ham;                                

                                    6 “The light in his tent is darkened,And his lamp goes out above him.                                
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                                    7 hans kraftige Skridt bliver korte, han falder for eget Råd;                                

                                    7 “His vigorous stride is shortened,And his own scheme brings him down.                                
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                                    8 thi hans Fod drives ind i Nettet, på Fletværk vandrer han frem,                                

                                    8 “For he is thrown into the net by his own feet,And he steps on the webbing.                                
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                                    9 Fælden griber om Hælen, Garnet holder ham fast;                                

                                    9 “A snare seizes him by the heel,And a trap snaps shut on him.                                
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                                    10 Snaren er skjult i Jorden for ham og Saksen på hans Sti;                                

                                    10 “A noose for him is hidden in the ground,And a trap for him on the path.                                
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                                    11 Rædsler skræmmer ham alle Vegne og kyser ham Skridt for Skridt:                                

                                    11 “All around terrors frighten him,And harry him at every step.                                
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                                    12 Ulykken hungrer efter ham, Undergang lurer på hans Fald:                                

                                    12 “His strength is famished,And calamity is ready at his side.                                
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                                    13 Dødens førstefødte æder hans Lemmer, æder hans Legemes Lemmer;                                

                                    13 “His skin is devoured by disease,The firstborn of death devours his limbs.                                
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                                    14 han rives bort fra sit Telt, sin Fortrøstning; den styrer hans Skridt til Rædslernes Konge;                                

                                    14 “He is torn from the security of his tent,And they march him before the king of terrors.                                
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                                    15 i hans Telt har Undergang hjemme, Svovl strøs ud på hans Bolig;                                

                                    15 “There dwells in his tent nothing of his;Brimstone is scattered on his habitation.                                
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                                    16 nedentil tørrer hans Rødder, oventil visner hans Grene;                                

                                    16 “His roots are dried below,And his branch is cut off above.                                
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                                    17 hans Minde svinder fra Jord, på Gaden nævnes ikke hans Navn;                                

                                    17 “Memory of him perishes from the earth,And he has no name abroad.                                
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                                    18 man støder ham ud fra Lys i Mørket og driver ham bort fra Jorderig;                                

                                    18 “He is driven from light into darkness,And chased from the inhabited world.                                
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                                    19 i sit Folk har han ikke Afkom og Æt, i hans Hjem er der ingen tilbage;                                

                                    19 “He has no offspring or posterity among his people,Nor any survivor where he sojourned.                                
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                                    20 de i Vester stivner ved hans Skæbnedag, de i Øst bliver slagne af Rædsel.                                

                                    20 “Those in the west are appalled at his fate,And those in the east are seized with horror.                                
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                                    21 Ja, således går det den lovløses Bolig, dens Hjem, der ej kender Gud! ﻿                                

                                    21 “Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked,And this is the place of him who does not know God.”