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Job Keeps On Talking

17 “My spirit is broken. My days are gone. The grave is ready for me. For sure those with me make fun of me. My eyes see how they laugh at me.

“Promise that You will hear me. Who is there that will trust me? For You have kept their heart from understanding, so You will not honor them. If one speaks against friends to get money, the eyes of his children also will become weak.

“But He has made me an object of shame to the people. Men spit on me. My eyes have become weak with sorrow. All the parts of my body are like a shadow. Men who are right and good will be surprised and afraid at this. He who is without guilt will be moved to go against the sinful. But the one who is right with God will hold to his way. And he who has clean hands will become stronger and stronger. 10 But all of you try again, and I will not find a wise man among you. 11 My days are past. My plans are torn apart, even the wishes of my heart. 12 They make night into day, saying, ‘The light is near,’ when there is darkness. 13 If I look for the place of the dead as my home, I make my bed in the darkness. 14 If I say to the grave, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother and my sister,’ 15 then where is my hope? Who sees hope for me? 16 Will it go down with me to the place of the dead? Will we go down together into the dust?”

17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)
Surely mockers(D) surround me;(E)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.(F)
    Who else will put up security(G) for me?(H)
You have closed their minds to understanding;(I)
    therefore you will not let them triumph.
If anyone denounces their friends for reward,(J)
    the eyes of their children will fail.(K)

“God has made me a byword(L) to everyone,(M)
    a man in whose face people spit.(N)
My eyes have grown dim with grief;(O)
    my whole frame is but a shadow.(P)
The upright are appalled at this;
    the innocent are aroused(Q) against the ungodly.
Nevertheless, the righteous(R) will hold to their ways,
    and those with clean hands(S) will grow stronger.(T)

10 “But come on, all of you, try again!
    I will not find a wise man among you.(U)
11 My days have passed,(V) my plans are shattered.
    Yet the desires of my heart(W)
12 turn night into day;(X)
    in the face of the darkness light is near.(Y)
13 If the only home I hope for is the grave,(Z)
    if I spread out my bed(AA) in the realm of darkness,(AB)
14 if I say to corruption,(AC) ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm,(AD) ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’
15 where then is my hope—(AE)
    who can see any hope for me?(AF)
16 Will it go down to the gates of death?(AG)
    Will we descend together into the dust?”(AH)

17 Надломлен мой дух,
    кончаются мои дни,
    ждет меня могила.
Поистине, рядом со мной – насмешники,
    и мои глаза смотрят на их издевательства.

Иов просит Бога быть его защитником

Заступись за меня Сам перед Собой.
    Кто другой за меня поручится?
Ты закрыл их разум от понимания,
    поэтому и не дашь им торжествовать.
У того, кто друзей оговаривает за плату, –
    дети ослабеют глазами.

Бог сделал меня присказкой для людей,
    тем, кому люди плюют в лицо.
Помутились от горя мои глаза,
    и все тело мое стало как тень.
Ужаснутся этому праведные,
    и невинные вознегодуют на безбожников.
Но своего пути будет держаться праведный,
    и тот, чьи руки чисты, будет больше и больше утверждаться.

10 Ну, а вы – попробуйте снова,
    и я не найду среди вас мудреца.

Смерть – единственная надежда Иова

11 Мои дни прошли, надежды разбиты,
    желания сердца мертвы.
12 Они ночь превращают в день.
    «Свет, – говорят они, – тьме сродни».
13 Если я жду себе дом в мире мертвых,
    если я во мгле расстелю постель,
14 и скажу могиле: «Ты мне отец»,
    а червям: «Ты мне мать, ну, а ты – сестра»,
15 то где же моя надежда?
    Кто надежду мою увидит?
16 Сойдет ли она к воротам мира мертвых?
    Разве вместе в прах мы ляжем?