Job 30 Versión Estándar Americana (1901)

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Protestante (66 libros)
Formal (palabra por palabra)
1901
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ASV Versión Estándar Americana (1901)

RV1909 Reina-Valera 1909

WEB World English Bible (clásica, con deuterocanónicos)

1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

1 MAS ahora los más mozos de días que yo, se ríen de mí; cuyos padres yo desdeñara ponerlos con los perros de mi ganado.

1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.

2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

2 Porque ¿para qué yo habría menester la fuerza de sus manos, en los cuales había perecido con el tiempo?

2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

3 Por causa de la pobreza y del hambre [andaban] solos; huían á la soledad, á lugar tenebroso, asolado y desierto.

3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

4 They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

4 Que cogían malvas entre los arbustos, y raíces de enebro para calentarse.

4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

5 They are driven forth from the midst [of men]; They cry after them as after a thief;

5 Eran echados de entre [las gentes], y todos les daban grita como al ladrón.

5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,

6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

6 Habitaban en las barrancas de los arroyos, en las cavernas de la tierra, y en las rocas.

6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

7 Bramaban entre las matas, y se reunían debajo de las espinas.

7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.

8 [They are] children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.

8 Hijos de viles, y hombres sin nombre, más bajos que la misma tierra.

8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

9 And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

9 Y ahora yo soy su canción, y he sido hecho su refrán.

9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

10 Abomínanme, aléjanse de mí, y aun de mi rostro no detuvieron su saliva.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

11 For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

11 Porque [Dios] desató mi cuerda, y me afligió, por eso se desenfrenaron delante de mi rostro.

11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.

12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

12 A la mano derecha se levantaron los jóvenes; empujaron mis pies, y sentaron contra mí las vías de su ruina.

12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.

13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men that have no helper.

13 Mi senda desbarataron, aprovecháronse de mi quebrantamiento, contra los cuales no hubo ayudador.

13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.

14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me].

14 Vinieron como por portillo ancho, revolviéronse á [mi] calamidad.

14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

15 Hanse revuelto turbaciones sobre mí; combatieron como viento mi alma, y mi salud pasó como nube.

15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

16 Y ahora mi alma está derramada en mí; días de aflicción me han aprehendido.

16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.

17 De noche taladra sobre mí mis huesos, y mis pulsos no reposan.

17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18 By [God’s] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

18 Con la grande copia [de materia] mi vestidura está demudada; cíñeme como el cuello de mi túnica.

18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

19 Derribóme en el lodo, y soy semejante al polvo y á la ceniza.

19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

20 Clamo á ti, y no me oyes; preséntome, y no me atiendes.

20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

21 Haste tornado cruel para mí: con la fortaleza de tu mano me amenazas.

21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride [upon it]; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

22 Levantásteme, é hicísteme cabalgar sobre el viento, y disolviste mi sustancia.

22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.

23 Porque yo conozco que me reduces á la muerte; y á la casa determinada á todo viviente.

23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.

24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

24 Mas él no extenderá la mano contra el sepulcro; ¿clamarán [los sepultados] cuando él los quebrantare?

24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

25 ¿No lloré yo al afligido? Y mi alma ¿no se entristeció sobre el menesteroso?

25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

26 When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

26 Cuando esperaba yo el bien, entonces vino el mal; y cuando esperaba luz, la oscuridad vino.

26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.

27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

27 Mis entrañas hierven, y no reposan; días de aflicción me han sobrecogido.

27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

28 Denegrido ando, y no por el sol: levantádome he en la congregación, y clamado.

28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

29 I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

29 He venido á ser hermano de los dragones, y compañero de los buhos.

29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

30 My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

30 Mi piel está denegrida sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con ardentía.

30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

31 Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

31 Y hase tornado mi arpa en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentadores.

31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

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