¹Job again took up his parable, and said,

¹Job nastavi svoju besjedu i reče:

²“As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.

²"Živoga mi Boga što mi pravdu krati i Svesilnog koji dušu mi zagorča:

³(For the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

³sve dok duha moga bude još u meni, dok mi dah Božji u nosnicama bude,

⁴surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit.

⁴usne moje neće izustiti zloću niti će laž kakva doći na moj jezik.

⁵Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.

⁵Daleko od mene da vam dadem pravo, nedužnost svoju do zadnjeg daha branim.

⁶I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

⁶Pravde svoje ja se držim, ne puštam je; zbog mojih me dana srce korit' neće.

⁷“Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.

⁷Neka mi dušmana kob opakog snađe, a mog protivnika udes bezbožnikov!

⁸Čemu se nadati može kad vapije i kada uzdiže k Bogu dušu svoju?

⁹Hoće li čuti Bog njegove krikove kada se na njega obori nevolja?

¹⁰Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?

¹⁰Zar će se radovat' on u Svesilnome, zar će Boga svakog časa zazivati?

¹¹I will teach you about the hand of God. That which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

¹¹Ali Božju ruku ja ću vam pokazat' i neću vam sakrit namjere Svesilnog.

¹²Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?

¹²Eto, sve ste sami mogli to vidjeti, što se onda u ispraznosti gubite?"

¹³“This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.

¹³"Ovu sudbu Bog dosuđuje opakom, ovo baštini silnik od Svemogućeg.

¹⁴If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

¹⁴Ima li sinova mnogo, mač ih čeka, a porod mu neće imat' dosta kruha.

¹⁵Those who remain of him shall be buried in death. His widows shall make no lamentation.

¹⁵Smrt će sahranit' preživjele njegove i udovice ih oplakivat neće.

¹⁶Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;

¹⁶Ako i srebra k'o praha nagomila, ako i nakupi haljina k'o blata,

¹⁷he may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

¹⁷nek' ih skuplja, odjenut će ih pravednik, ljudi će nedužni podijeliti srebro.

¹⁸He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

¹⁸Od paučine je kuću sagradio, kolibicu kakvu sebi diže čuvar:

¹⁹He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.

¹⁹bogat je legao, al' po posljednji put; kad oči otvori, ničeg više nema.

²⁰Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.

²⁰Usred bijela dana strava ga spopada, noću ga oluja zgrabi i odnese.

²¹The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.

²¹Istočni ga vjetar digne i odvuče, daleko ga baca od njegova mjesta.

²²For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.

²²Bez milosti njime vitla on posvuda, dok mu ovaj kuša umaći iz ruke.

²³Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.

²³Rukama plješću nad njegovom propašću i zvižde na njega kamo god došao.