যোব 30
1 ১ কিন্তু এতিয়া যিবিলাকৰ বাপেকহঁতক, মোৰ মেৰৰ জাক ৰখা কুকুৰৰ লগতো থবলৈ মই হেয়জ্ঞান কৰিছিলোঁ, মোতকৈ কম বয়সীয়া সেই মানুহবিলাকে মোক হাঁহে।
"But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3 ৩ সিহঁত অন্নৰ অভাৱত ভোকত ক্ষীণ হয়; সিহঁতে বহু কালৰ পৰা উচ্ছন্ন আৰু ধ্বংস হোৱা মৰুভূমি কামুৰি খায়।
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
"Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 ১১ কিয়নো ঈশ্বৰে তেওঁৰ ধনুৰ জোঁৰ এৰি দিলে আৰু মোক দুখ দিলে; সেই কাৰণে সিহঁতে মোৰ আগত নিজ নিজ মুখৰ লাগাম পেলাই দিয়ে।
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 ১২ মোৰ সোঁফালে নীহ লোকবিলাক উঠে; সিহঁতে মোৰ ভৰি ঠেলি ঠেলি দিয়ে, আৰু মোৰ বিৰুদ্ধ নিজ নিজ বিনাশক গড় নৰে।
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
14 ১৪ গড় ভাঙি উলিওৱা বহল বাটেদি যেনেকৈ শত্ৰু আহে, সিহঁতেও তেনেকৈ আহে; সেই ভঙাইদি সোমাই সিহঁতে মোক আক্ৰমণ কৰে।
As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
15 ১৫ নানা ত্ৰাসে মোক ধৰিছে; বতাহৰ দৰে মোৰ মান-মৰ্য্যদা সেইবোৰে উড়ুৱাই নিছে; আৰু মোৰ মঙ্গল মেঘৰ নিচিনাকৈ নাইকিয়া হৈছে।
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 ২০ মই তোমাৰ আগত কাতৰোক্তি কৰোঁ, কিন্তু তুমি মোক উত্তৰ নিদিয়া; মই থিয় হৈ থাকোঁ, কিন্তু তুমি মোলৈ চাই থাকা মাথোন।
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 ২৫ দুৰ্গতিত পৰা লোকৰ নিমিত্তে মই ক্ৰন্দন নকৰিছিলোঁ নে? আৰু দীনহীনৰ নিমিত্তে মনত দুখ নাপাইছিলোঁ নে?
Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 ৩১ সেই দেখি মোৰ বীণাৰ মাত শোকৰ শব্দত পৰিণত হৈছে, আৰু মোৰ বাঁহীৰ স্বৰ সলনি হৈ ক্ৰন্দনকাৰীসকলৰ মাত হৈছে।
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
