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Jobu 17
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Jobu
Chapitre 17
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Daha mi nestaje, gasnu moji dani i za mene već se skupljaju grobari.
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Rugači su evo mene dohvatili, od uvreda oka sklopiti ne mogu.
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Stoga me zaštiti i budi mi jamcem kad mi nitko u dlan neće da udari.
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Jer, srca si njina lišio razuma i dopustiti im nećeš da opstanu.
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K'o taj što imanje dijeli drugovima, a djeci njegovoj dotle oči gasnu,
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narodima svim sam na ruglo postao, onaj kom u lice svatko pljunut' može.
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Od tuge vid mi se muti u očima, poput sjene moji udovi postaju.
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Začudit će se zbog toga pravednici, na bezbožnika će planuti čestiti;
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neporočni će na svom ustrajat' putu, čovjek čistih ruku ojačat će još više.
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Hajde, svi vi, nećete li opet počet', tÓa među vama ja mudra ne nalazim!
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Minuli su dani, propale zamisli, želje srca moga izjalovile se.
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'U noći najcrnjoj, dan se približava; blizu je već svjetlo što tminu izgoni.'
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A meni je nada otići u Šeol i prostrijeti sebi ležaj u mrklini.
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Dovikujem grobu: 'Oče moj rođeni!' a crve pozdravljam: 'Mati moja, sestro!'
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Ali gdje za mene ima jošte nade? Sreću moju tko će ikada vidjeti?
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Hoće li u Šeol ona sa mnom sići da u prahu zajedno otpočinemo?”
Job
Chapitre 17
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My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
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Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
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Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
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For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
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He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
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He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
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Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
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The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
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But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
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They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
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If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
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I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
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And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
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They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.