Knjiga o Jobu 17

Hrvatska Biblija	New Jerusalem Bible
¹ Daha mi nestaje, gasnu moji dani i za mene već se skupljaju grobari.	¹ My breathing is growing weaker and the gravediggers are gathering for me.
² Rugači su evo mene dohvatili, od uvreda oka sklopiti ne mogu.	² Scoffers are my only companions, their harshness haunts my nights.
³ Stoga me zaštiti i budi mi jamcem kad mi nitko u dlan neće da udari.	³ So you must go bail for me to yourself, for which of them cares to clap his hand on mine?
⁴ Jer, srca si njina lišio razuma i dopustiti im nećeš da opstanu.	⁴ For you have shut their hearts to reason, hence not a hand is lifted.
⁵ K’o taj što imanje dijeli drugovima, a djeci njegovoj dotle oči gasnu,	⁵ Just so is a man who invites his friends to share his property while the eyes of his own childrenlanguish.
⁶ narodima svim sam na ruglo postao, onaj kom u lice svatko pljunut’ može.	⁶ I have become a byword among foreigners, and a creature on whose face to spit,
⁷ Od tuge vid mi se muti u očima, poput sjene moji udovi postaju.	⁷ since I am nearly blind with grief and my limbs are reduced to a shadow.
⁸ Začudit će se zbog toga pravednici, na bezbožnika će planuti čestiti;	⁸ Any honest person is appal ed at the sight, the innocent is indignant at the sinner.
⁹ neporočni će na svom ustrajat’ putu, čovjek čistih ruku ojačat će još više.	⁹ Anyone upright grows stronger step by step: and anyone whose hands are clean grows ever in vigour!
¹⁰ Hajde, svi vi, nećete li opet počet’, ta među vama ja mudra ne nalazim!	¹⁰ Come on then, al of you, back to the attack! I shall not find one wise man among you!
¹¹ Minuli su dani, propale zamisli, želje srca moga izjalovile se.	¹¹ My days are over, so are my plans, my heart-strings are broken;
¹² ‘U noći najcrnjoj dan se približava; blizu je već svjetlo što tminu izgoni.’	¹² yet they would have me believe that night is day, that light to dispel the darkness is at hand,
¹³ A meni je nada otići u šeol i prostrijeti sebi ležaj u mrklini.	¹³ when al I want, in fact, is to dwel in Sheol and in that darkness there to make my bed!
¹⁴ Dovikujem grobu: ‘Oče moj rođeni!’ a crve pozdravljam: ‘Mati moja, sestro!’	¹⁴ To the tomb, I cry, 'You are my father!' -- to the worm, 'You are my mother-you, my sister!'
¹⁵ Ali gdje za mene ima jošte nade? Sreću moju tko će ikada vidjeti?	¹⁵ Where then is my hope? Who can see any happiness for me?
¹⁶ Hoće li u šeol ona sa mnom sići da u prahu zajedno otpočinemo?«	¹⁶ unless they come down to Sheol with me, all of us sinking into the dust together?