¹Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered,

¹Så tog Temaniten Elifaz til Orde og sagde:

²“If someone ventures to talk with you, will you be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?

²Ærgrer det dig, om man taler til dig? Men hvem kan her være tavs?

³Behold, you have instructed many, you have strengthened the weak hands.

³Du har selv talt mange til Rette og styrket de slappe Hænder,

⁴Your words have supported him who was falling, You have made firm the feeble knees.

⁴dine Ord holdt den segnende oppe, vaklende Knæ gav du Kraft.

⁵But now it has come to you, and you faint. It touches you, and you are troubled.

⁵Men nu det gælder dig selv, så taber du Modet, nu det rammer dig selv, er du slaget af Skræk!

⁶Isn’t your piety your confidence? Isn’t the integrity of your ways your hope?

⁶Er ikke din Gudsfrygt din Tillid, din fromme Færd dit Håb?

⁷“Remember, now, whoever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

⁷Tænk efter! Hvem gik uskyldig til Grunde, hvor gik retsindige under?

⁸According to what I have seen, those who plow iniquity, and sow trouble, reap the same.

⁸Men det har jeg set: Hvo Uret pløjer og sår Fortræd, de høster det selv.

⁹By the breath of God they perish. By the blast of his anger are they consumed.

⁹For Guds Ånd går de til Grunde, for hans Vredes Pust går de til.

¹⁰The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

¹⁰Løvens Brøl og Vilddyrets Glam Ungløvernes Tænder slås ud;

¹¹The old lion perishes for lack of prey. The cubs of the lioness are scattered abroad.

¹¹Løven omkommer af Mangel på Rov, og Løveungerne spredes.

¹²“Now a thing was secretly brought to me. My ear received a whisper of it.

¹²Der sneg sig til mig et Ord mit Øre opfanged dets Hvisken

¹³In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men,

¹³i Nattesynernes Tanker, da Dvale sank over Mennesker;

¹⁴fear came on me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake.

¹⁴Angst og Skælven kom over mig, alle mine Ledemod skjalv;

¹⁵Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up.

¹⁵et Pust strøg over mit Ansigt, Hårene rejste sig på min Krop.

¹⁶It stood still, but I couldn’t discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,

¹⁶Så stod det stille! Jeg sansed ikke, hvordan det så ud; en Skikkelse stod for mit Øje, jeg hørte en hviskende Stemme:

¹⁷‘Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

¹⁷"Har et Menneske Ret for Gud, mon en Mand er ren for sin Skaber?

¹⁸Behold, he puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.

¹⁸End ikke sine Tjenere tror han, hos sine Engle finder han Fejl,

¹⁹How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

¹⁹endsige hos dem, der bor i en Hytte af Ler og har deres Grundvold i Støvet!

²⁰Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

²⁰De knuses ligesom Møl, imellem Morgen og Aften, de sønderslås uden at ænses, for evigt går de til Grunde.

²¹Isn’t their tent cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.’

²¹Rives ej deres Teltreb ud? De dør, men ikke i Visdom."