¿é±â | CH. 17 |
1 | ³ªÀÇ ±â¿îÀÌ ¼èÇÏ¿´À¸¸ç ³ªÀÇ ³¯ÀÌ ´ÙÇÏ¿´°í ¹«´ýÀÌ ³ª¸¦ À§ÇÏ¿© ¿¹ºñµÇ¾ú±¸³ª My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me. | ||
2 | ³ª¸¦ Á¶·ÕÇÏ´Â ÀÚµéÀÌ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ÀÖÀ¸¹Ç·Î ³» ´«ÀÌ ±×µéÀÇ °Ýµ¿ÇÔÀ» Ç×»ó º¸´Â±¸³ª Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility. | ||
3 | ûÄÁ´ë º¸Áõ¹°À» Áֽðí Ä£È÷ ³ªÀÇ º¸ÁÖ°¡ µÇ¿É¼Ò¼ ÁÖ ¿Ü¿¡ ³ª·Î ´õºÒ¾î ¼ÕÀ» Ä¥ ÀÚ°¡ ´©±¸¸®À̱î "Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me? | ||
4 | ÁÖ²²¼ ±×µéÀÇ ¸¶À½À» °¡¸®¿ö ±ú´ÝÁö ¸øÇÏ°Ô Çϼ̻ç¿À´Ï ±×µéÀ» ³ôÀÌÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇϽø®ÀÌ´Ù You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph. | ||
5 | Ä£±¸¸¦ ÁöÀûÇÏ¿© Çظ¦ ¹Þ°Ô ÇÑ ÀÚÀÇ ÀڽĵéÀº ´«ÀÌ ¸ÖÁö´Ï¶ó If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail. | ||
6 | Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ³ª·Î ¹é¼ºÀÇ À̾߱â°Å¸®°¡ µÇ°Ô ÇÏ½Ã´Ï ±×µéÀÌ ³» ¾ó±¼¿¡ ħÀ» ¹ñ´Â±¸³ª "God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit. | ||
7 | ³» ´«Àº ±Ù½ÉÀ¸·Î ÇÏ¿© ¾îµÎ¿öÁö°í ³ªÀÇ ¿Â Áöü´Â ±×¸²ÀÚ °°±¸³ª My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow. | ||
8 | Á¤Á÷ÀÚ´Â À̸¦ ÀÎÇÏ¿© ³î¶ó°í ¹«ÁËÀÚ´Â »ç°îÇÑ ÀÚ¸¦ ÀÎÇÏ¿© ºÐÀ» ³»³ª´Ï Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly. | ||
9 | ±×·¯¹Ç·Î ÀÇÀÎÀº ±× ±æÀ» µ¶½ÇÈ÷ ÇàÇÏ°í ¼ÕÀÌ ±ú²ýÇÑ ÀÚ´Â Á¡Á¡ ÈûÀ» ¾ò´À´Ï¶ó Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger. | ||
10 | ³ÊÈñ´Â ´Ù ´Ù½Ã ¿ÃÁö´Ï¶ó ³»°¡ ³ÊÈñ Áß¿¡¼ ÁöÇýÀÚ¸¦ ãÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´À´Ï¶ó "But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you. | ||
11 | ³ªÀÇ ³¯ÀÌ Áö³ª°¬°í ³» °æ¿µ, ³» ¸¶À½ÀÇ »ç¸ðÇÏ´Â ¹Ù°¡ ´Ù ²÷¾îÁ³±¸³ª My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart. | ||
12 | ±×µéÀº ¹ãÀ¸·Î ³·À» »ï°í ºûÀÌ ¾îµÎ¿îµ¥ °¡±õ´Ù Çϴ±¸³ª These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.' | ||
13 | ³» ¼Ò¸ÁÀÌ À½ºÎ·Î ³» ÁýÀ» »ïÀ½¿¡ ÀÖ¾î¼ Ä§»óÀ» Èæ¾Ï¿¡ º£Ç®°í If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness, | ||
14 | ¹«´ý´õ·¯ ³Ê´Â ³» ¾Æºñ¶ó, ±¸´õ±â´õ·¯ ³Ê´Â ³» ¾î¹Ì, ³» ÀڸŶó ÇÒÁø´ë if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,' | ||
15 | ³ªÀÇ ¼Ò¸ÁÀÌ ¾îµð ÀÖÀ¸¸ç ³ªÀÇ ¼Ò¸ÁÀ» ´©°¡ º¸°Ú´À³Ä where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? | ||
16 | Èë ¼Ó¿¡¼ ½¯ ¶§¿¡´Â ¼Ò¸ÁÀÌ À½ºÎ ¹®À¸·Î ³»·Á°¥ »ÓÀ̴϶ó Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?" |