1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. 3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? 4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth? 5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days, 6 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? 7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? 10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. 12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. 13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. 15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; 16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me. 17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me. 18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me! 19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave. 20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, 21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; 22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Ījabs: man riebj mana dzīve
1 Manai dvēselei apriebies dzīvot!
Nu ļaušu vaļu žēlabām!
Runāšu dvēseles rūgtumā!
2 Sacīšu Dievam: nevaino mani!
Teic man – par ko tu mani apsūdzi?!
3 Vai tev labi, kad pāri dari,
kad atmet pats savu roku darbu,
bet ļaundaru padomam liec mirdzēt?
4 Vai tev ir miesas acis?
Vai tu raugies tāpat kā cilvēks?
5 Vai tavas dienas kā cilvēka dienas?
Vai tavi gadi kā vīra gadi?
6 Ko tu meklē manas vainas,
pēc mana grēka kādēļ tu lūko,
7 kaut zini, ka nedzenu negantību?
Nav neviena, kas glābtu no tevis!
8 Tavas rokas greba un darīja mani
no visām pusēm! – Nu tu mani aprij!
9 Atceries, mālā tu veidoji mani,
nu tu pīšļos vērt mani atpakaļ!
10 Vai kā pienu tu mani nelēji?
Vai kā sieru tu nesēji mani?
11 Ādā un miesā tu ieģērbi mani,
kauliem un dzīslām saaudi mani,
12 dzīvību un žēlastību devi tu man,
tavs skatiens sargāja manu garu.
13 Un, redzi, ko tu slēpi savā sirdī!
Zinu, kas tev prātā!
14 Tik nogrēkošos – tu jau pamani,
manu vainu tu man neatlaid!
15 Tikko noziegšos – vai man! –
pat ja es taisns – necelšu galvu,
atēdies negoda, atskatījies posta!
16 Tik atgūšos – kā lauva tu mani lenc,
ik brīdi tu rādi, cik dižs tu pār mani,
17 no jauna tu liecības cel pret mani,
vairo savas dusmas pret mani,
jaunus pulkus pret mani!
18 Kam vedi no mātes miesām mani?
Būtu es iznīcis, neredzētu acs mani –
19 it kā manis nebūtu bijis,
no mātes klēpja – un tūliņ kapā!
20 Vai nav īss mans mūžs,
mities no manis,
atstājies, lai drusku atspirgstu,
21 pirms es eju – un neatgriežos –
uz tumsas un nāves ēnas zemi,
22 zemi, kas kā dziļa tumsa,
kur nāves ēna un maldīšanās,
kur pat gaisma kā tumsa!”
