¹“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

¹Mennesket, født af en Kvinde, hans Liv er stakket, han mættes af Uro;

²He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

²han spirer som Blomsten og visner, flyr som Skyggen, står ikke fast.

³Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?

³Og på ham vil du rette dit Øje, ham vil du stævne for Retten!

⁴Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.

⁴Ja, kunde der komme en ren af en uren! Nej, end ikke een!

⁵Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass;

⁵Når hans Dages Tal er fastsat, hans Måneder talt hos dig, og du har sat ham en uoverskridelig Grænse,

⁶Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

⁶tag så dit Øje fra ham, lad ham i Fred, at han kan nyde sin Dag som en Daglejer!

⁷“For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

⁷Thi for et Træ er der Håb: Fældes det, skyder det atter, det fattes ej nye Skud;

⁸Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground,

⁸ældes end Roden i Jorden, dør end Stubben i Mulde:

⁹yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.

⁹lugter det Vand, får det nye Skud, skyder Grene som nyplantet Træ;

¹⁰But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

¹⁰men dør en Mand, er det ude med ham, udånder Mennesket, hvor er han da?

¹¹As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

¹¹Som Vand løber ud af Søen og Floden svinder og tørres,

¹²so man lies down and doesn’t rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.

¹²så lægger Manden sig, rejser sig ikke, vågner ikke, før Himlen forgår, aldrig vækkes han af sin Søvn.

¹³“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. , that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

¹³Tag dog og gem mig i Dødens Rige, skjul mig, indtil din Vrede er ovre, sæt mig en Frist og kom mig i Hu!

¹⁴If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.

¹⁴Om Manden dog døde for atter at leve! Da vented jeg rolig al Stridens Tid, indtil min Afløsning kom;

¹⁵You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.

¹⁵du skulde kalde - og jeg skulde svare længes imod dine Hænders Værk!

¹⁶But now you number my steps. Don’t you watch over my sin?

¹⁶Derimod tæller du nu mine Skridt, du tilgiver ikke min Synd,

¹⁷My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.

¹⁷forseglet ligger min Brøde i Posen, og over min Skyld har du lukket til.

¹⁸“But the mountain falling comes to nothing. The rock is removed out of its place;

¹⁸Nej, ligesom Bjerget skrider og falder, som Klippen rokkes fra Grunden,

¹⁹The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.

¹⁹som Vandet udhuler Sten og Plaskregn bortskyller Jord, så har du udslukt Menneskets Håb.

²⁰You forever prevail against him, and he departs. You change his face, and send him away.

²⁰For evigt slår du ham ned, han går bort, skamskænder hans Ansigt og lader ham fare.

²¹His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it. They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them.

²¹Hans Sønner hædres, han ved det ikke, de synker i Ringhed, han mærker det ikke;

²²But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”

²²ikkun hans eget Kød volder Smerte, ikkun hans egen Sjæl volder Sorg.