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Knjiga o Jovu 30
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Knjiga o Jovu
Capítulo 30
1
A sada smeju mi se mlađi od mene,
kojima otaca ne bih hteo metnuti sa psima stada svog.
2
A na šta bi mi i bila sila ruku njihovih?
U njima beše propala starost.
3
Od siromaštva i gladi samoćavahu
bežeći od suva, mračna, pusta i opustošena mesta;
4
Koji brahu lobodu po čestama,
i smrekovo korenje beše im hrana.
5
Između ljudi behu izgonjeni
i vikaše se za njima kao za lupežom.
6
Življahu po strašnim uvalama,
po jamama u zemlji i u kamenu.
7
Po grmovima rikahu,
pod trnjem se skupljahu.
8
Behu ljudi nikakvi i bez imena,
manje vredni nego zemlja.
9
I njima sam sada pesma,
i postah im priča.
10
Gade se na me, idu daleko od mene
i ne ustežu se pljuvati mi u lice.
11
Jer je Bog odapeo moju tetivu i muke mi zadao
te zbaciše uzdu preda mnom.
12
S desne strane ustajahu momci,
potkidahu mi noge,
i nasipaju put k meni da me upropaste.
13
Raskopaše moju stazu,
umnožiše mi muke,
ne treba niko da im pomaže.
14
Kao širokim prolomom naviru,
i navaljuju preko razvalina.
15
Strahote navališe na me,
i kao vetar teraju dušu moju,
i kao oblak prođe sreća moja.
16
I sada se duša moja razliva u meni,
stigoše me dani mučni.
17
Noću probada mi kosti u meni,
i žile moje ne odmaraju se.
18
Od teške sile promenilo se odelo moje,
i kao ogrlica u košulje moje steže me.
19
Bacio me je u blato,
te sam kao prah i pepeo.
20
Vičem k Tebi, a Ti me ne slušaš;
stojim pred Tobom, a Ti ne gledaš na me.
21
Pretvorio si mi se u ljuta neprijatelja;
silom ruke svoje suprotiš mi se.
22
Podižeš me u vetar, posađuješ me na nj,
i rastapaš u meni sve dobro.
23
Jer znam da ćeš me odvesti na smrt
i u dom određeni svima živima.
24
Ali neće pružiti ruke svoje u grob;
kad ih stane potirati, oni neće vikati.
25
Nisam li plakao radi onog koji beše u zlu?
Nije li duša moja žalosna bivala radi ubogog?
26
Kad se dobru nadah, dođe mi zlo;
i kad se nadah svetlosti, dođe mrak.
27
Utroba je moja uzavrela,
i ne može da se umiri,
zadesiše me dani mučni.
28
Hodim crn, ne od sunca,
ustajem i vičem u zboru.
29
Brat postah zmajevima
i drug sovama.
30
Pocrnela je koža na meni
i kosti moje posahnuše od žege.
31
Gusle se moje pretvoriše u zapevku,
i svirala moja u plač.
Job
Capítulo 30
1
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.
2
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3
For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5
They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6
To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24
Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.