¹Then Job answered,

¹Så tog Job til Orde og svarede:

²“Truly I know that it is so, but how can man be just with God?

²"Jeg ved forvist, at således er det, hvad Ret har en dødelig over for Gud?

³If he is pleased to contend with him, he can’t answer him one time in a thousand.

³Vilde Gud gå i Rette med ham, kan han ikke svare på et af tusind!

⁴God who is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who has hardened himself against him, and prospered?

⁴Viis af Hjerte og vældig i Kraft hvo trodsede ham og slap vel derfra?

⁵He removes the mountains, and they don’t know it, when he overturns them in his anger.

⁵Han flytter Bjerge så let som intet, vælter dem om i sin Vrede,

⁶He shakes the earth out of its place. Its pillars tremble.

⁶ryster Jorden ud af dens Fuger, så dens Grundstøtter bæver;

⁷He commands the sun, and it doesn’t rise, and seals up the stars.

⁷han taler til solen, så skinner den ikke, for Stjernerne sætter han Segl,

⁸He alone stretches out the heavens, and treads on the waves of the sea.

⁸han udspænder Himlen ene, skrider hen over Havets Kamme,

⁹He makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, and the rooms of the south.

⁹han skabte Bjørnen, Orion, Syvstjernen og Sydens Kamre,

¹⁰He does great things past finding out; yes, marvelous things without number.

¹⁰han øver ufattelig Vælde og Undere uden Tal!

¹¹Behold, he goes by me, and I don’t see him. He passes on also, but I don’t perceive him.

¹¹Går han forbi mig, ser jeg ham ikke, farer han hen, jeg mærker ham ikke;

¹²Behold, he snatches away. Who can hinder him? Who will ask him, ‘What are you doing?’

¹²røver han, hvem mon der hindrer ham i det? Hvo siger til ham: "Hvad gør du?"

¹³“God will not withdraw his anger. The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.

¹³Gud lægger ikke Bånd på sin Vrede, Rahabs Hjælpere bøjed sig under ham;

¹⁴How much less shall I answer him, And choose my words to argue with him?

¹⁴hvor kan jeg da give ham Svar og rettelig føje min Tale for ham!

¹⁵Though I were righteous, yet I wouldn’t answer him. I would make supplication to my judge.

¹⁵Har jeg end Ret, jeg kan dog ej svare, må bede min Dommer om Nåde!

¹⁶If I had called, and he had answered me, yet I wouldn’t believe that he listened to my voice.

¹⁶Nævned jeg ham, han svared mig ikke, han hørte, tror jeg, ikke min Røst,

¹⁷For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

¹⁷han, som river mig bort i Stormen, giver mig - Sår på Sår uden Grund,

¹⁸He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

¹⁸ikke lader mig drage Ånde, men lader mig mættes med beskeing.

¹⁹If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, ‘Who,’ says he, ‘will summon me?’

¹⁹Gælder det Kæmpekraft, melder han sig! Gælder det Ret, hvo stævner ham da!

²⁰Though I am righteous, my own mouth shall condemn me. Though I am blameless, it shall prove me perverse.

²⁰Har jeg end Ret, må min Mund dog fælde mig, er jeg end skyldfri, han gør mig dog vrang!

²¹I am blameless. I don’t respect myself. I despise my life.

²¹Skyldfri er jeg, ser bort fra min Sjæl og agter mit Liv for intet!

²²“It is all the same. Therefore I say he destroys the blameless and the wicked.

²²Lige meget; jeg påstår derfor: Skyldfri og skyldig gør han til intet!

²³If the scourge kills suddenly, he will mock at the trial of the innocent.

²³Når Svøben kommer med Død i et Nu, så spotter han skyldfries Hjertekval;

²⁴The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of its judges. If not he, then who is it?

²⁴Jorden gav han i gudløses Hånd, hylder dens Dommeres Øjne til, hvem ellers, om ikke han?

²⁵“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

²⁵Raskere end Løberen fløj mine Dage, de svandt og så ikke Lykke,

²⁶They have passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

²⁶gled hen som Både af Si, som en Ørn, der slår ned på Bytte.

²⁷If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

²⁷Dersom jeg siger: "Mit Suk vil jeg glemme, glatte mit Ansigt og være glad,"

²⁸I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

²⁸må jeg dog grue for al min Smerte, jeg ved, du kender mig ikke fri.

²⁹I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?

²⁹Jeg skal nu engang være skyldig, hvorfor da slide til ingen Nytte?

³⁰If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,

³⁰Toed jeg mig i Sne og tvætted i Lud mine Hænder,

³¹yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.

³¹du dypped mig dog i Pølen, så Klæderne væmmedes ved mig.

³²For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.

³²Thi du er ikke en Mand som jeg, så jeg kunde svare, så vi kunde gå for Retten sammen;

³³There is no umpire between us, that might lay his hand on us both.

³³vi savner en Voldgiftsmand til at lægge sin Hånd på os begge!

³⁴Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

³⁴Fried han mig for sin Stok, og skræmmed hans Rædsler mig ikke,

³⁵then I would speak, and not fear him, for I am not so in myself.

³⁵da talte jeg uden at frygte ham, thi min Dom om mig selv er en anden!