Job

1Then Job answered, and said:

2I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.

3Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?

4I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.

5I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.

6I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.

7But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.

8But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

9My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.

10He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.

11They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.

12God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

13I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.

14He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.

15He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.

16I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.

17My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.

18These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.

19O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.

20For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.

21My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.

22And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!

23For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.

1Bấy giờ, ông Gióp lên tiếng nói :

2Các anh muốn ủi an nhưng tất cả chỉ gây thêm đau khổ.

3Hoặc : “Điều gì bắt anh phải trả lời thêm nữa ?”

4sẽ lắc đầu mai mỉa các anh.

5mà làm cho các anh thêm mạnh mẽ.

6tôi mà nín thinh, nỗi khổ của tôi liệu có dứt ?

7trên mọi người thân cận của con.

8cũng là một bằng cớ nữa tố cáo con.

9Kẻ thù tôi đưa mắt nhìn tôi chòng chọc.

10cùng nhau tụ họp chống lại tôi.

11quẳng tôi vào tay phường gian ác.

12rồi dựng tôi lên làm bia mà bắn :

13khiến cho mật tôi đổ tràn ra đất.

14tựa trang chiến sĩ, Người nhảy vào đánh tôi tơi bời,

15lại vùi trán tôi trong bụi đất.

16phiền muộn quá, cặp mắt thâm quầng.

17và lời cầu nguyện của tôi thật tinh tuyền.

18ước gì tiếng tôi kêu còn vọng ngân mãi mãi !

19nơi chốn cao xanh, tôi đã có một người bảo lãnh.

20nhưng tôi hướng nhìn lên Thiên Chúa, mắt đầm đìa giọt lệ.

21như giữa hai con người với nhau.

22con đường tôi đang đi không dẫn tôi trở lại.

23Esta traducción no incluye este pasaje.