1Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:
1And Job answereth and saith: —
2"Hvor har du dog hjulpet ham, den afmægtige, støttet den kraftløse Arm!
2What — thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!
3Hvor har du dog rådet ham, den uvise, kundgjort en Fylde af Visdom!
3What — thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.
4Hvem hjalp dig med at få Ordene frem, hvis Ånd mon der talte af dig?
4With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?
5Skyggerne skælver af Angst, de, som bor under Vandene;
5The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.
6blottet er Dødsriget for ham, Afgrunden uden Dække.
6Naked [is] Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.
7Han udspænder Norden over det tomme, ophænger Jorden på intet;
7Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,
8Vandet binder han i sine Skyer, og Skylaget brister ikke derunder;
8Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.
9han fæstner sin Trones Hjørner og breder sit Skylag derover;
9Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.
10han drog en Kreds over Vandene, der, hvor Lys og Mørke skilles.
10A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.
11Himlens Støtter vakler, de gribes af Angst ved hans Trusel;
11Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.
12med Vælde bragte han Havet til Ro og knuste Rahab med Kløgt;
12By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.
13ved hans Ånde klarede Himlen op hans Hånd gennembored den flygtende Slange.
13By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.
14Se, det er kun Omridset af hans Vej, hvad hører vi andet end Hvisken? Hans Vældes Torden, hvo fatter vel den?
14Lo, these [are] the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?