Job 19

BIBLIA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Job tomó la palabra y dijo:	1 But Job answered by saying:
2 ¿Hasta cuándo afligiréis mi alma y a palabras me acribillaréis?	2 How long will you afflict my soul and wear me down with words?
3 Ya me habéis insultado por diez veces, me habéis zarandeado sin reparo.	3 So, ten times you confound me and are not ashamed to oppress me.
4 Aunque de hecho hubiese errado, en mí solo quedaría mi yerro.	4 Now, of course, if I have been ignorant, my ignorance will be with me.
5 Si es que aún queréis triunfar de mí y mi oprobio reprocharme,	5 But you have risen up against me, and you accuse me to my disgrace.
6 sabed ya que es Dios quien me hace entuerto, y el que en su red me envuelve.	6 At least now you should understand that God has not afflicted me with a balanced judgment, though he has encompassed me with his scourges.
7 Si grito: ¡Violencia!, no obtengo respuesta; por más que apelo, no hay justicia.	7 Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.
8 El ha vallado mi ruta para que yo no pase, ha cubierto mis senderos de tinieblas.	8 He has hemmed in my path, and I cannot pass; he has added darkness to my difficult path.
9 Me ha despojado de mi gloria, ha arrancado la corona de mi frente.	9 He has plundered me of my glory, and he has stolen the crown from my head.
10 Por todas partes me mina y desaparezco, arranca como un árbol mi esperanza.	10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and, like an uprooted tree, he has taken away my hope.
11 Enciende su ira contra mí, me considera su enemigo.	11 His fury has raged against me, and in this way he has treated me like his enemy.
12 En masa sus huestes han llegado, su marcha de asalto han abierto contra mí, han puesto cerco a mi tienda.	12 His troops have gathered together, and they have made their way to me, and they have besieged my tabernacle all around.
13 A mis hermanos ha alejado de mí, mis conocidos tratan de esquivarme.	13 He has put my brothers far from me, and my friends have withdrawn from me like strangers.
14 Parientes y deudos ya no tengo, los huéspedes de mi casa me olvidaron.	14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and those who knew me, have forgotten me.
15 Por un extraño me tienen mis criadas, soy a sus ojos un desconocido.	15 The inhabitants of my house and my maidservants treat me just as if I were a stranger, and I have been like an sojourner in their eyes.
16 Llamo a mi criado y no responde, aunque le implore con mi propia boca.	16 I called my servant, and he did not respond; I pleaded with him with my own mouth.
17 Mi aliento repele a mi mujer, fétido soy para los hijos de mi vientre.	17 My wife has shuddered at my breath, and I have begged the sons of my loins.
18 Hasta los chiquillos me desprecian, si me levanto, me hacen burla.	18 Even the foolish have looked down on me, and, when I withdrew from them, they spoke ill of me.
19 Tienen horror de mí todos mis íntimos, los que yo más amaba se han vuelto contra mí.	19 Those who were sometime my counselors, treat me like an abomination; and he whom I valued the most has turned against me.
20 Bajo mi piel mi carne cae podrida, mis huesos se desnudan como dientes.	20 Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.
21 ¡Piedad, piedad de mí, vosotros mis amigos, que es la mano de Dios la que me ha herido!	21 Have mercy on me, have compassion on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord has touched me.
22 ¿Por qué os cebáis en mí como hace Dios, y no os sentís ya ahítos de mi carne?	22 Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?
23 ¡Ojalá se escribieran mis palabras, ojalá en monumento se grabaran,	23 Who will grant to me that my words may be written down? Who will grant to me that they may be inscribed in a book,
24 y con punzón de hierro y buril, para siempre en la roca se esculpieran!	24 with an iron pen and a plate of lead, or else be carved in stone?
25 Yo sé que mi Defensor está vivo, y que él, el último, se levantará sobre el polvo.	25 For I know that my Redeemer lives, and on the last day I will rise out of the earth.
26 Tras mi despertar me alzará junto a él, y con mi propia carne veré a Dios.	26 And I will be enveloped again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.
27 Yo, sí, yo mismo le veré, mis ojos le mirarán, no ningún otro. ¡Dentro de mí languidecen mis entrañas!	27 It is he whom I myself will see, and he whom my eyes will behold, and no other. This, my hope, has taken rest in my bosom.
28 Y si vosotros decís: «¿Cómo atraparle, qué pretexto hallaremos contra él?»,	28 Why then do you now say: “Let us pursue him, and let us find a basis to speak against him?”
29 temed la espada por vosotros mismos, pues la ira se encenderá contra las culpas y sabréis que hay un juicio.	29 So then, flee from the face of the sword, for the sword is the avenger of iniquities; but know this: there is to be a judgment.