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Knjiga o Jovu 7
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Knjiga o Jovu
Capítulo 7
1
Nije li čovek na vojsci na zemlji?
A dani njegovi nisu li kao dani nadničarski?
2
Kao što sluga uzdiše za senom
i kao što nadničar čeka da svrši,
3
Tako su meni dati u nasledstvo meseci zaludni
i noći mučne određene mi.
4
Kad legnem, govorim: Kad ću ustati?
I kad će proći noć?
I sitim se prevrćući se do svanuća.
5
Telo je moje obučeno u crve i u grude zemljane,
koža moja puca i raščinja se.
6
Dani moji brži biše od čunka,
i prođoše bez nadanja.
7
Opomeni se da je moj život vetar,
da oko moje neće više videti dobra,
8
Niti će me videti oko koje me je viđalo;
i tvoje oči kad pogledaju na me, mene neće biti.
9
Kao što se oblak razilazi i nestaje ga,
tako ko siđe u grob, neće izaći,
10
Neće se više vratiti kući svojoj,
niti će ga više poznati mesto njegovo.
11
Zato ja neću braniti ustima svojim,
govoriću u tuzi duha svog,
naricati u jadu duše svoje.
12
Eda li sam more ili kit,
te si namestio stražu oko mene?
13
Kad kažem: Potešiće me odar moj,
postelja će mi moja olakšati tužnjavu,
14
Tada me strašiš snima
i prepadaš me utvarama,
15
Te duša moja voli biti udavljena,
voli smrt nego kosti moje.
16
Dodijalo mi je; neću do veka živeti;
prođi me se; jer su dani moji taština.
17
Šta je čovek da ga mnogo ceniš
i da mariš za nj?
18
Da ga pohodiš svako jutro,
i svaki čas kušaš ga?
19
Kad ćeš se odvratiti od mene
i pustiti me da progutam pljuvanku svoju?
20
Zgrešio sam; šta ću Ti činiti, o čuvaru ljudski?
Zašto si me metnuo sebi za belegu, te sam sebi na tegobu?
21
Zašto mi ne oprostiš greh moj
i ne ukloniš moje bezakonje?
Jer ću sad leći u prah,
i kad me potražiš, mene neće biti.
Job
Capítulo 7
1
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20
I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.