Job 16
1 To naah Job mah,
And Job answereth and saith: —
2 to baktih loknawk ka thaih pop parai boeh; pathloephaih lok nang thuih o, toe poek amrosakkung ah ni na oh o boih.
I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
3 Avang ai loknawk to boeng thai ai boeh maw? Tipongah maw lok pathim hanah misa na hoih o?
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4 Kang doethaih ahmuen ah na oh o nahaeloe, na thuih o ih baktiah ka thuih thai toeng; lok hoi kang zoeh o thaih moe, lu kang haek o thuih thaih.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
5 Toe ka pahni hoi tacawt pathloephaih lok mah nangcae poek mongsak hanah, thapaekhaih lok ni kang thuih o han.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 Lok ka thuih cadoeh, ka nathaih hoihkhang ai; lokthui ai ah ka pauep cadoeh, hoih kuehaih om ai.
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
7 Toe vaihi loe Anih mah kai angphosak boeh; ka imthung takoh boih nam rosak boeh.
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 Ka nganhin loe angcu boih boeh, nganhin angcu loe kai hnukung ah oh; kai loe ka zaek keng boeh, ka nganhin zaekhaih loe kai hnukung ah oh hanah mikhmai kangtong ah angdoet tahang.
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9 Sithaw palungbethaih mah kai hae angsih pet pet moe, ang pacaekthlaek; haa ang kaek thuih; ka misa mah miktamai hoiah ang khet.
His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10 Nihcae mah pakha ang angh o thuih; nihcae loe nawnto amkhueng o moe, khet patoekhaih hoiah tangbaeng ah ang tabaeng o.
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11 Anih mah Sithaw panoek ai kaminawk ban ah ang paek moe, kahoih ai kaminawk ban ah ang vah.
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12 Kamongah ka oh naah, anih mah kai amrosak; tahnong ah ang patawnh moe, apet pat hanah ang thuek pacoengah, kah han patoep ih ahmuen maeto baktiah ang suek.
At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13 Kalii kaat kop anih ih kaminawk mah kai ang takui o khoep moe, tahmenhaih tawn ai ah kaeng ah ang thun o; kai ih ahmuet tui to long ah ang kraih pae.
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 Anih mah ahmaa maeto pacoeng maeto angsihsak moe, misatuh kami baktiah tha hoiah ang hmang.
He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15 Ka nganhin nuiah kazii to ka huih moe, kaimah ih taki to maiphu thungah ka phum.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 Ka qah loiah ka mikhmai hae amro moe, ka miklakoek nuiah duekhaih to oh;
My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
17 toe ka ban ah sethaih hmuen tidoeh om ai; lawk ka thuihaih loe ciim.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 Aw long, kai ih athii hae kraeng hmah; ka hanghaih lok loe natuek naah doeh anghak hmah nasoe!
O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 Khenah, vaihi kai hnukung van ah oh, kai angdoe haih kami doeh hmuensang ah oh.
Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20 Kam puinawk mah ang pahnui o thuih, kai loe mikkhraetui hoiah ni Sithaw hmaa ah ka oh.
My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21 Kami maeto mah ampui han tahmenhaih hnik pae baktih toengah, kami maeto mah Sithaw khaeah tahmenhaih na hni pae nahaeloe ka koeh.
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
22 Saning akra ai ah, amlaem let han ai ih loklam to ka pazui han boeh.
When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
