Ījabs: es zinu, mans Pestītājs ir dzīvs
1 Ījabs atbildēja, sacīdams:
2 “Cik ilgi vēl mocīsiet mani
un satrieksiet mani vārdiem?
3 Jau desmit reižu mani nopeļat!
Nav jums kauna mani vajāt!
4 Pat ja tiešām maldījies es,
mani maldi paliek ar mani!
5 Vai patiešām pret mani lielīsieties,
manu pazemojumu pašam pārmezdami?
6 Ziniet, ka Dievs man darījis pāri,
savu tīklu man uzmetis.
7 Par pārestību kliedzu, bet atbildes nav,
saucu, bet nav tiesas!
8 Ceļš man aizmūrēts, netikt nekur,
manās takās viņš nolicis tumsu,
9 manu godību noģērbis man,
noņēmis kroni no galvas,
10 no visām pusēm viņš mani grauj,
manu cerību izrauj kā koku.
11 Iededzies dusmās viņš pret mani,
nolicis mani par pretinieku sev,
12 kopā nāk viņa karapulki,
taisa ceļu pie manis, lenc manu telti!
13 Manus brāļus no manis viņš šķir,
un mani paziņas izliekas sveši,
14 prom nu tuvinieki un pazīstamie,
aizmirsuši mani
15 nama ļaudis,
un manas kalpones tur mani par svešu,
kā pieklīdenis izliekos viņām.
16 Saucu vergu, bet viņš neatbild,
lūgtin man jālūdzas šo!
17 Mana dvaša riebj manai sievai,
derdzos pat miesīgiem brāļiem!
18 Pat puišeļi nievā mani –
pieceļos, bet runā viņi!
19 Nicina mani pat tuvākie draugi,
tas, kuru mīlēju, vēršas pret mani!
20 Pie ādas un miesas man līp kauli,
tik smaganas mutē palikušas!
21 Žēlojiet, draugi, žēlojiet mani,
jo Dieva roka skārusi mani!
22 Ko vajājat mani tāpat kā Dievs?
Nav vēl jums sāta no manas miesas?
23 Kaut tiktu pierakstīti mani vārdi,
kaut tiktu tie grāmatā ierakstīti,
24 ar dzelzs cirtni un svinu
kaut tiktu uz mūžiem iekalti klintī!
25 Es zinu, mans Glābējs dzīvs
un galā nostāsies pāri pīšļiem,
26 kad man nebūs vairs ādas šīs –
tomēr miesā es skatīšu Dievu !
27 Es viņu skatīšu pats,
manas acis redzēs, ne citas!
Nieres man tirpst!
28 Jo jūs sakāt: kā vajāsim šo? –
Atrodiet ieganstu pret mani!
29 Bīstieties paši zobena asmens,
jo dusmība ir soda zobens –
lai jūs zinātu, ka pastāv tiesa!”
Job's Reply to Bildad
How Long Will You Torture Me?
1 Job said:
2 How long will you torture me
with your words?
3 Isn't ten times enough
for you to accuse me?
Aren't you ashamed?
4 Even if I have sinned,
you haven't been harmed.
5 You boast of your goodness,
claiming I am suffering
because I am guilty.
6 But God is the one at fault
for finding fault with me.
7 Though I pray to be rescued
from this torment,
no whisper of justice
answers me.
8 God has me trapped
with a wall of darkness
9 and stripped of respect.
10 God rips me apart,
uproots my hopes,
11 and attacks with fierce anger,
as though I were his enemy.
12 His entire army advances,
then surrounds my tent.
I Am Forgotten
* 13 God has turned relatives
and friends against me,
14 and I am forgotten.
15 My guests and my servants
consider me a stranger,
16 and when I call my servants,
they pay no attention.
17 My breath disgusts my wife;
everyone in my family
turns away.
18 Young children can't stand me,
and when I come near,
they make fun.
19 My best friends and loved ones
have turned from me.
20 I am skin and bones—
just barely alive.
21 My friends, I beg you for pity!
God has made me his target.
22 Hasn't he already done enough?
Why do you join the attack?
23 I wish that my words
could be written down
24 or chiseled into rock.
25 I know that my Protector lives,
and at the end
he will stand on this earth.
26 My flesh may be destroyed,
yet from this body
I will see God.
27 Yes, I will see him for myself,
and I long for that moment.
28 My friends, you think up ways
to blame and torment me, saying
I brought it on myself.
29 But watch out for the judgment,
when God will punish you!
