Job 16

1Nang magkagayo'y sumagot si Job, at nagsabi, 2Ako'y nakarinig ng maraming ganyang bagay: maralitang mga mangaaliw kayong lahat. 3Magkakawakas ba ang mga walang kabuluhang salita? O anong naguudyok sa iyo, na ikaw ay sumagot? 4Ako nama'y makapangungusap na gaya ng inyong ginagawa; kung ang inyong kaluluwa ay nasa kalagayan ng aking kaluluwa, ako'y makapagdudugtongdugtong ng salita laban sa inyo, at maigagalaw ang aking ulo sa inyo. 5Nguni't aking palalakasin kayo ng aking bibig, at ang pagaliw ng aking mga labi ay magpapalikat ng inyong hirap, 6Bagaman ako'y nagsasalita, ang aking hirap ay hindi naglilikat: at bagaman ako'y tumatahimik, anong ikinalalayo sa akin? 7Nguni't ngayo'y niyamot niya ako: nilansag mo ang aking buong pulutong. 8At ako'y pinagdalamhati mo, na siyang saksi laban sa akin; at ang aking kapayatan ay bumabangon laban sa akin, nagpapatotoo sa aking mukha. 9Niluray niya ako sa kaniyang kapootan, at inusig ako; pinagngangalitan niya ako ng kaniyang mga ngipin: pinangdidilatan ako ng mga mata ng aking kaaway. 10Kanilang pinagbubukahan ako ng kanilang bibig: kanilang sinampal ako sa mukha na kahiyahiya: sila'y nagpipisan laban sa akin. 11Ibinibigay ako ng Dios sa di banal, at inihahagis niya ako sa mga kamay ng masama. 12Ako'y nasa kaginhawahan at kaniyang niligalig akong mainam; Oo, sinunggaban niya ako sa leeg, at pinagwaraywaray niya ako: inilagay naman niya akong pinakatanda niya. 13Kinubkob ako sa palibot ng kaniyang mga mamamana, kaniyang sinaksak ang aking mga bato, at hindi nagpapatawad; kaniyang ibinubuhos ang aking apdo sa lupa. 14Kaniyang binubugbog ako ng bugbog at bugbog; siya'y gaya ng isang higanti na dinadaluhong niya ako. 15Ako'y nanahi ng kayong magaspang sa aking katawan, at aking inilugmok ang aking kapalaluan sa alabok. 16Ang aking mukha ay namamaga sa pagiyak, at nasa aking mga pilik-mata ang anino ng kamatayan; 17Bagaman walang karahasan sa aking mga kamay, at ang aking dalangin ay malinis, 18Oh lupa, huwag mong tabunan ang aking dugo, at huwag magkaroon ng pahingahang dako ang aking daing. 19Kahit na ngayon, narito, ang aking saksi ay nasa langit, at siyang nananagot sa akin ay nasa kaitaasan. 20Ginagalit ako ng aking mga kaibigan: nguni't ang aking mata ay nagbubuhos ng mga luha sa Dios; 21Upang kaniyang alalayan ang katuwiran ng tao sa Dios; at ang anak ng tao sa kaniyang kapuwa. 22Sapagka't pagsapit ng ilang taon, ako'y papanaw sa daan na hindi ko pagbabalikan.

1Then Job answered, 2“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters! 3Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer? 4I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you, 5but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you. 6“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased? 7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company. 8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face. 9He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me. 10They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me. 11God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target. 13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground. 14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant. 15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust. 16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids. 17Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure. 18“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest. 19Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high. 20My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God, 21that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor! 22For when a few years have come, I shall go the way of no return.

1Maar Job antwoordde en zeide: 2Ik heb vele dergelijke dingen gehoord; gij allen zijt moeilijke vertroosters. 3Zal er een einde zijn aan de winderige woorden? Of wat stijft u, dat gij alzo antwoordt? 4Zou ik ook, als gijlieden, spreken, indien uw ziel ware in mijner ziele plaats? Zou ik woorden tegen u samenhopen, en zou ik over u met mijn hoofd schudden? 5Ik zou u versterken met mijn mond, en de beweging mijner lippen zou zich inhouden. 6Zo ik spreek, mijn smart wordt niet ingehouden; en houd ik op, wat gaat er van mij weg? 7Gewisselijk, Hij heeft mij nu vermoeid; Gij hebt mijn ganse vergadering verwoest. 8Dat Gij mij rimpelachtig gemaakt hebt, is tot een getuige; en mijn magerheid staat tegen mij op, zij getuigt in mijn aangezicht. 9Zijn toorn verscheurt, en Hij haat mij; Hij knerst over mij met Zijn tanden; mijn wederpartijder scherpt zijn ogen tegen mij. 10Zij gapen met hun mond tegen mij; zij slaan met smaadheid op mijn kinnebakken; zij vervullen zich te zamen aan mij. 11God heeft mij den verkeerde overgegeven, en heeft mij afgewend in de handen der goddelozen. 12Ik had rust, maar Hij heeft mij verbroken, en bij mijn nek gegrepen, en mij verpletterd; en Hij heeft mij Zich tot een doelwit opgericht. 13Zijn schutters hebben mij omringd; Hij heeft mijn nieren doorspleten, en niet gespaard; Hij heeft mijn gal op de aarde uitgegoten. 14Hij heeft mij gebroken met breuk op breuk; Hij is tegen mij aangelopen als een geweldige. 15Ik heb een zak over mijn huid genaaid; ik heb mijn hoorn in het stof gedaan. 16Mijn aangezicht is gans bemodderd van wenen, en over mijn oogleden is des doods schaduw. 17Daar toch geen wrevel in mijn handen is, en mijn gebed zuiver is. 18O, aarde! bedek mijn bloed niet; en voor mijn geroep zij geen plaats. 19Ook nu, zie, in den hemel is mijn Getuige, en mijn Getuige in de hoogten. 20Mijn vrienden zijn mijn bespotters; doch mijn oog druipt tot God. 21Och, mocht men rechten voor een man met God, gelijk een kind des mensen voor zijn vriend. 22Want weinige jaren in getal zullen er nog aankomen, en ik zal het pad henengaan, waardoor ik niet zal wederkeren.