Job’s Reply to Bildad

19 Then Job answered:

How long will you torment me
and crush me with words?
You have humiliated me ten times now,
and you mistreat[a] me without shame.(A)
Even if it is true that I have sinned,
my mistake concerns only[b] me.
If you really want to appear superior(B) to me
and would use my disgrace as evidence against me,
then understand that it is God who has wronged me
and caught me in his net.(C)
I cry out, “Violence!” but get no response;(D)
I call for help, but there is no justice.
He has blocked(E) my way so that I cannot pass through;
he has veiled my paths with darkness.(F)
He has stripped me of my honor
and removed the crown from my head.
10 He tears me down on every side so that I am ruined.[c]
He uproots my hope like a tree.(G)
11 His anger(H) burns against me,
and he regards me as one of his enemies.(I)
12 His troops advance together;
they construct a ramp[d] against me
and camp(J) around my tent.
13 He has removed my brothers from me;
my acquaintances have abandoned me.(K)
14 My relatives stop coming by,
and my close friends have forgotten me.
15 My house guests[e] and female servants regard me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their sight.(L)
16 I call for my servant, but he does not answer,
even if I beg him with my own mouth.
17 My breath is offensive to my wife,
and my own family[f] finds me repulsive.
18 Even young boys scorn me.
When I stand up, they mock me.(M)
19 All of my best friends[g] despise me,(N)
and those I love have turned against me.(O)
20 My skin and my flesh cling to my bones;
I have escaped with only the skin of my teeth.
21 Have mercy on me, my friends,(P) have mercy,
for God’s hand(Q) has struck me.(R)
22 Why do you persecute me as God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh?

23 I wish that my words were written down,
that they were recorded on a scroll
24 or were inscribed in stone forever
by an iron stylus and lead!
25 But I know that my Redeemer lives,[h](S)
and at the end he will stand on the dust.(T)
26 Even after my skin has been destroyed,[i]
yet I will see God in[j] my flesh.(U)
27 I will see him myself;
my eyes will look at him, and not as a stranger.[k]
My heart longs[l] within me.(V)

28 If you say, “How will we pursue him,
since the root of the problem lies with him?” [m]
29 then be afraid of the sword,
because wrath brings punishment by the sword,(W)
so that you may know there is a judgment.

Footnotes

  1. 19:3 Hb obscure
  2. 19:4 Lit mistake lives with
  3. 19:10 Lit gone
  4. 19:12 Lit they raise up their way
  5. 19:15 Or The resident aliens in my household
  6. 19:17 Lit and the sons of my belly
  7. 19:19 Lit of the men of my council
  8. 19:25 Or know my living Redeemer
  9. 19:26 Lit skin which they destroyed, or skin they destroyed in this way
  10. 19:26 Or apart from
  11. 19:27 Or not a stranger
  12. 19:27 Lit My kidneys grow faint
  13. 19:28 Some Hb mss, LXX, Vg; other Hb mss read me

Jobs sjette tale: Et svar til Bildad

19 Job gav følgende svar:

„Hvor længe bliver I ved med at håne mig?
    Hvor længe vil I plage mig med jeres fornærmelser?
I anklager mig nu for tiende gang,
    mishandler mig uden barmhjertighed.
Hvis jeg har gjort noget forkert,
    så er det mit problem og ikke jeres.
I mener, at I er bedre end mig,
    og at mine lidelser er straf for min synd.
Forstår I ikke, at Gud gør mig uret
    ved at sende disse ulykker over mig?

Jeg råber om hjælp, men får intet svar.
    Jeg skriger højt, men ingen griber ind.
Gud har spærret vejen for mig,
    han har indhyllet mit liv i mørke.
Han har berøvet mig min ære,
    ødelagt mit gode omdømme.
10 Han angreb mig fra alle sider, så jeg faldt.
    Han har taget ethvert håb fra mig.
11 Hans vrede blussede op imod mig,
    han behandlede mig som en fjende.
12 Han sender en hær af ulykker imod mig,
    de omringer mit hus og falder over mig.
13 Mine slægtninge har slået hånden af mig,
    mine bekendte vil ikke kendes ved mig.
14 Min familie har vendt mig ryggen,
    mine nærmeste venner ignorerer mig.
15 Mine gæster ser på mig som en fremmed,
    mine tjenestepiger gør intet for mig.
16 Min tjener kommer ikke, når jeg kalder,
    ikke engang når jeg trygler ham om hjælp.
17 Min kone føler afsky ved min ånde,
    mine brødre kan ikke udholde stanken.
18 Selv børnene regner mig ikke for noget.
    Når jeg rejser mig op, håner de mig.
19 Mine bedste venner viser mig afsky,
    de, jeg holder mest af, har vendt mig ryggen.
20 Jeg er ikke andet end skind og ben,
    med nød og næppe undgik jeg døden.
21 Vis dog lidt barmhjertighed, venner!
    Hav medlidenhed, for Guds vrede har ramt mig.
22 Hvorfor vil I straffe mig, som Gud gør?
    Har jeg ikke lidt tilstrækkeligt allerede?

23 Ak, gid mine ord blev skrevet ned,
    gid nogen ville optegne dem i en bog.
24 Gid nogen ville mejsle dem i sten,
    indridse dem i en klippe for evigt.
25 Men jeg ved, at der er en, som vil befri mig,
    engang skal han stå frem på jorden.
26 Jeg ved, at selv om min krop går til grunde,
    får jeg mulighed for bagefter at se Gud.
27 Jeg skal se ham med mine egne øjne.
    Jeg kan næsten ikke rumme den tanke.
28 Hvor vover I da at anklage mig
    og påstå, at min lidelse er en velfortjent straf?
29 Pas på, at I ikke selv bliver straffet,
    bliver ramt af Guds vrede og dom.”