Job 4

 
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                                    1 Så tog Temaniten Elifaz til Orde og sagde:                                

                                    1 Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered,                                
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                                    2 Ærgrer det dig, om man taler til dig? Men hvem kan her være tavs?                                

                                    2 “If one ventures a word with you, will you become impatient?But who can refrain from speaking?                                
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                                    3 Du har selv talt mange til Rette og styrket de slappe Hænder,                                

                                    3 “Behold you have admonished many,And you have strengthened weak hands.                                
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                                    4 dine Ord holdt den segnende oppe, vaklende Knæ gav du Kraft.                                

                                    4 “Your words have helped the tottering to stand,And you have strengthened feeble knees.                                
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                                    5 Men nu det gælder dig selv, så taber du Modet, nu det rammer dig selv, er du slaget af Skræk!                                

                                    5 “But now it has come to you, and you are impatient;It touches you, and you are dismayed.                                
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                                    6 Er ikke din Gudsfrygt din Tillid, din fromme Færd dit Håb?                                

                                    6 “Is not your fear of God your confidence,And the integrity of your ways your hope?                                
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                                    7 Tænk efter! Hvem gik uskyldig til Grunde, hvor gik retsindige under?                                

                                    7 “Remember now, who ever perished being innocent?Or where were the upright destroyed?                                
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                                    8 Men det har jeg set: Hvo Uret pløjer og sår Fortræd, de høster det selv.                                

                                    8 “According to what I have seen, those who plow iniquityAnd those who sow trouble harvest it.                                
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                                    9 For Guds Ånd går de til Grunde, for hans Vredes Pust går de til.                                

                                    9 “By the breath of God they perish,And by the blast of His anger they come to an end.                                
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                                    10 Løvens Brøl og Vilddyrets Glam Ungløvernes Tænder slås ud;                                

                                    10 “The roaring of the lion and the voice of the fierce lion,And the teeth of the young lions are broken.                                
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                                    11 Løven omkommer af Mangel på Rov, og Løveungerne spredes.                                

                                    11 “The lion perishes for lack of prey,And the whelps of the lioness are scattered.                                
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                                    12 Der sneg sig til mig et Ord mit Øre opfanged dets Hvisken                                

                                    12 “Now a word was brought to me stealthily,And my ear received a whisper of it.                                
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                                    13 i Nattesynernes Tanker, da Dvale sank over Mennesker;                                

                                    13 “Amid disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night,When deep sleep falls on men,                                
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                                    14 Angst og Skælven kom over mig, alle mine Ledemod skjalv;                                

                                    14 Dread came upon me, and trembling,And made all my bones shake.                                
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                                    15 et Pust strøg over mit Ansigt, Hårene rejste sig på min Krop.                                

                                    15 “Then a spirit passed by my face;The hair of my flesh bristled up.                                
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                                    16 Så stod det stille! Jeg sansed ikke, hvordan det så ud; en Skikkelse stod for mit Øje, jeg hørte en hviskende Stemme:                                

                                    16 “It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance;A form was before my eyes;There was silence, then I heard a voice:                                
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                                    17 "Har et Menneske Ret for Gud, mon en Mand er ren for sin Skaber?                                

                                    17 ‘Can mankind be just before God?Can a man be pure before his Maker?                                
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                                    18 End ikke sine Tjenere tror han, hos sine Engle finder han Fejl,                                

                                    18 ‘He puts no trust even in His servants;And against His angels He charges error.                                
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                                    19 endsige hos dem, der bor i en Hytte af Ler og har deres Grundvold i Støvet!                                

                                    19 ‘How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,Whose foundation is in the dust,Who are crushed before the moth!                                
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                                    20 De knuses ligesom Møl, imellem Morgen og Aften, de sønderslås uden at ænses, for evigt går de til Grunde.                                

                                    20 ‘Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces;Unobserved, they perish forever.                                
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                                    21 Rives ej deres Teltreb ud? De dør, men ikke i Visdom." ﻿                                

                                    21 ‘Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?They die, yet without wisdom.’