Hiob 16
Hoffnung für Alle
Hiob: Ihr habt gut reden!
16 Hiob erwiderte:
2 »Ach, solche Worte habe ich schon oft gehört.
Ihr alle habt nur schwachen Trost zu bieten!
3 Hört dein hohles Geschwätz niemals auf?
Was reizt dich so, dass du mir ständig widersprechen musst?
4 Auch ich könnte reden so wie ihr,
wenn ich an eurer Stelle wäre!
Ich könnte euch dann schöne Vorträge halten
und weise mein Haupt schütteln.
5 Mit meinen Worten würde ich euch stärken
und euch mein Beileid aussprechen.
6 Doch wenn ich rede,
lässt mein Schmerz nicht nach,
und schweige ich,
so wird es auch nicht besser!«
Gott greift mich immer wieder an!
7 »O Gott, du hast mir meine Kraft genommen,
meine Familie und meinen Freundeskreis hast du zerstört.
8 Du hast mich gepackt –
schon das soll meine Schuld beweisen!
Meine Krankheit tritt als Zeuge gegen mich auf.
9 Gott ist mein Feind geworden,
er fletscht die Zähne,
zerreißt mich im Zorn
und durchbohrt mich mit seinen Blicken.
10 Auch die Menschen verbünden sich gegen mich.
Sie reißen ihr Maul gegen mich auf
und schlagen mir voller Hohn auf die Wange.
11 Gott hat mich bösen Menschen ausgeliefert;
Gottlosen bin ich in die Hände gefallen.
12 Ich lebte in Ruhe und Frieden,
aber Gott hat mich aufgeschreckt,
mich am Genick gepackt und zerschmettert.
Er hat mich zu seiner Zielscheibe gemacht,
13 seine Pfeile schießen auf mich zu.
Erbarmungslos durchbohrt er meine Nieren,
meine Galle tropft zu Boden.
14 Wunde um Wunde fügt er mir zu,
wie ein Soldat rennt er gegen mich an.
15 In Trauerkleidung sitze ich hier,
ich bin am Boden zerstört[a].
16 Ich habe dunkle Ringe um die Augen,
und mein Gesicht ist rot vom vielen Weinen,
17 obwohl ich kein Unrecht begangen habe
und mein Gebet aus reinem Herzen kommt.«
Ich rufe meinen Zeugen an!
18 »O Erde, bedecke mein Blut nicht,
lass meinen Hilfeschrei niemals verstummen!
19 Doch auch jetzt schon habe ich einen Zeugen hoch im Himmel;
der tritt für mich ein!
20 Meine Freunde verspotten mich,
darum schaue ich unter Tränen nach Gott aus.
21 Er wird mich freisprechen
und mir bei anderen Menschen Recht verschaffen.
22 Nur wenige Jahre habe ich noch zu leben,
bis ich den Weg beschreiten muss,
von dem es keine Rückkehr gibt.«
Footnotes
- 16,15 Wörtlich: ich habe mein Horn in den Staub gesenkt. – Das Horn steht sinnbildlich für Stärke und Kraft.
Job 16
New King James Version
Job Reproaches His Pitiless Friends
16 Then Job answered and said:
2 “I have heard many such things;
(A)Miserable[a] comforters are you all!
3 Shall [b]words of wind have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do,
If your soul were in my soul’s place.
I could heap up words against you,
And (B)shake my head at you;
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth,
And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief.
6 “Though I speak, my grief is not relieved;
And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
7 But now He has (C)worn me out;
You (D)have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up,
And it is a (E)witness against me;
My leanness rises up against me
And bears witness to my face.
9 (F)He tears me in His wrath, and hates me;
He gnashes at me with His teeth;
(G)My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.
10 They (H)gape at me with their mouth,
They (I)strike me reproachfully on the cheek,
They gather together against me.
11 God (J)has delivered me to the ungodly,
And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He has (K)shattered me;
He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces;
He has (L)set me up for His target,
13 His archers surround me.
He pierces my [c]heart and does not pity;
He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;
He runs at me like a [d]warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,
And (M)laid my [e]head in the dust.
16 My face is [f]flushed from weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although no violence is in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
And (N)let my cry have no resting place!
19 Surely even now (O)my witness is in heaven,
And my evidence is on high.
20 My friends scorn me;
My eyes pour out tears to God.
21 (P)Oh, that one might plead for a man with God,
As a man pleads for his [g]neighbor!
22 For when a few years are finished,
I shall (Q)go the way of no return.
Job 16
English Standard Version
Job Replies: Miserable Comforters Are You
16 Then Job answered and said:
2 “I have heard (A)many such things;
(B)miserable comforters are you all.
3 Shall (C)windy words have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do,
if you were in my place;
I could join words together against you
and (D)shake my head at you.
5 I could strengthen you with my mouth,
and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.
6 “If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,
and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
7 Surely now God has worn me out;
(E)he has[a] made desolate all my company.
8 And he has shriveled me up,
which is (F)a witness against me,
and my (G)leanness has risen up against me;
it testifies to my face.
9 He has (H)torn me in his wrath (I)and hated me;
he has (J)gnashed his teeth at me;
my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
10 Men have (K)gaped at me with their mouth;
they have (L)struck me insolently on the cheek;
they (M)mass themselves together against me.
11 God gives me up to the ungodly
and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart;
he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
he set me up as his (N)target;
13 his (O)archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys (P)and does not spare;
he (Q)pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with (R)breach upon breach;
he (S)runs upon me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed (T)sackcloth upon my skin
and have laid (U)my strength (V)in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
and on my eyelids is (W)deep darkness,
17 although there is no (X)violence in my hands,
and my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, (Y)cover not my blood,
and let my (Z)cry find no resting place.
19 Even now, behold, my (AA)witness is in heaven,
and he who testifies for me is (AB)on high.
20 My friends (AC)scorn me;
my eye pours out tears to God,
21 that he would (AD)argue the case of a man with God,
as[b] a son of man does with his neighbor.
22 For when a few years have come
I shall go the way (AE)from which I shall not return.
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