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Jobu 30
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Jobu
Capítulo 30
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“A sada, gle, podruguju se mnome ljudi po ljetima mlađi od mene kojih oce ne bih bio metnuo ni s ovčarskim psima stada svojega.
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Ta što će mi jakost ruku njihovih kad im muževna ponestane snaga ispijena glađu i oskudicom.
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Glodali su u pustinji korijenje i čestar opustjelih ruševina.
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Lobodu su i s grmlja lišće brali, kao kruh jeli korijenje žukino.
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Od društva ljudskog oni su prognani, za njima viču k'o za lopovima.
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Živjeli su po strašnim jarugama, po spiljama i u raspuklinama.
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Urlik im se iz šikarja dizao; po trnjacima ležahu stisnuti.
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Sinovi bezvrijednih, soj bezimenih, bičevima su iz zemlje prognani.
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Rugalicom sam postao takvima i njima sada služim kao priča!
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Gnušaju me se i bježe od mene, ne ustežu se pljunut' mi u lice.
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I jer On luk mi slomi i satrije me, iz usta svojih izbaciše uzdu.
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S desne moje strane rulja ustaje, noge moje u bijeg oni tjeraju, put propasti prema meni nasiplju.
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Stazu mi ruše da bi me satrli, napadaju i ne brani im nitko,
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prolomom oni širokim naviru i kotrljaju se poput oluje.
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Strahote sve se okreću na mene, mojeg ugleda kao vjetra nesta, poput oblaka iščeznu spasenje.
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Duša se moja rasipa u meni, dani nevolje na me se srušili.
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Noću probada bolest kosti moje, ne počivaju boli što me glođu.
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Muka mi je i halju nagrdila i stegla me k'o ovratnik odjeće.
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U blato me je oborila dolje, gle, postao sam k'o prah i pepeo.
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K Tebi vičem, al' Ti ne odgovaraš; pred Tobom stojim, al' Ti i ne mariš.
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Prema meni postao si okrutan; rukom preteškom na me se obaraš.
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U vihor me dižeš, nosiš me njime, u vrtlogu me olujnom kovitlaš.
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Da, znadem da si me smrti predao, saborištu zajedničkom svih živih.
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Al' ne pruža li ruku utopljenik, ne viče li kad padne u nevolju?
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Ne zaplakah li nad nevoljnicima, ne sažalje mi duša siromaha?
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Sreći se nadah, a dođe nesreća; svjetlost čekah, a gle, zavi me tama.
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Utroba vri u meni bez prestanka, svaki dan nove patnje mi donosi.
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Smrknut idem, al' nitko me ne tješi; ustajem u zboru - da bih kriknuo.
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Sa šakalima sam se zbratimio i nojevima postao sam drugom.
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Na meni sva je koža pocrnjela, i kosti mi je sažgala ognjica.
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Tužaljka mi je ugodila harfu, svirala mi glas narikača ima.
Job
Capítulo 30
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But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
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Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
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For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
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Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
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They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
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To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
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Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
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They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
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And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
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They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
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Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
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They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
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They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
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Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
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And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
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He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
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Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
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Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
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For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
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Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
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When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
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My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.