Job 30
1 Ahinlah tun vang apateu kelngoi chinga pang kauicha ho toh lhaikhom dinga jong lhing joulou mihem, kasanga dong jo golhang khangdong ho nuisat bep in kaum doh tai.
Now those who are younger than I have nothing but mockery for me— these young men whose fathers I would have refused to allow to work beside the dogs of my flock.
2 Amaho khu keija dinga tamtah'a pha ahiuvin, hiche ho chu von sesa lungset um ahiuve.
Indeed, the strength of their fathers' hands, how could it have helped me— men in whom the strength of their mature age had perished?
3 Amaho chu akel thoh jeh uva gong ahiuvin, chuleh nel phai gam mihem chen louna leh gaso talou leiset muthim gam'a chu jam ah ahiuve.
They were thin from poverty and hunger; they gnawed at the dry ground in the darkness of wilderness and desolation.
4 Hiti chun amahon hamboh lah a konin gamlah a na eng ho chu akilo uvin chuleh muntheh phung jung ho chu akilah un anejiuve.
They plucked saltwort and bushes' leaves; the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 Amaho chu mihem kiloikhom na a konna kidel mangah ahiuvin, chuleh gucha ahijeh uvin mihem ten amaho chu asamse jiuvin ahi.
They were driven out from among people who shouted after them as one would shout after a thief.
6 Hiti chun gom kokhuh thuhtah tah lah a timul thou pumin leiko lah leh songpi ho lah a chun ching uve.
So they had to live in river valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Amaho chu hamboh lah a sa loupitah a aum bangun a ao chehchuh jiuvin thahpi ho noija chun alhaikhom jiuve.
Among the bushes they brayed like donkeys and they gathered together under the nettles.
8 Amaho chu kiloikhomna a kon kipaidoh mingol minbeiho ahiuve.
They were the sons of fools, indeed, sons of nameless people! They were driven out of the land with whips.
9 Chuleh tun amahon pao ngeilou louvin isah loutah in einuisat jiuvin eiphin phin jiuve.
But now I have become the subject of their taunting song; I have become a byword for them.
10 Amahon iman eisep pouvin chuleh kamaija chil set khumpeh ding tailouvin kakomah ahung pouve.
They abhor me and stand far off from me; they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
11 Ijeh inem itile Pathen in kathal khao eisattan peh in aman eisuhnem ahin, hijeh a chu thuneina umnaho jouse chu apaimang u ahi.
For God has unstrung the string to my bow and afflicted me, and those who taunt me cast off restraint before my face.
12 Hiche akideldoh ho chun kamaichang tah a eidoudal un, kilhon changnam pet dingin eisol un chuleh kalampi ah thang eikampeh uve.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they drive me away and pile up against me their siege mounds.
13 Amahon kalamlhah jouse eikha peh un chule keiman eikithopi ding koimacha kaneilou ahet jeh uvin eisuhmang nathei diuvin abolthei jouseu abol'un ahi.
They destroy my path; they push forward disaster for me, men who have no one to hold them back.
14 Amaho muntinna konin kakomah ahungun keima kalhah suh pet in amaho kachungah akichom uve.
They come against me like an army through a wide hole in a city wall; in the midst of the destruction they roll themselves in on me.
15 Tun vang kicha tah in kahingin eikijabol najouse huilah a akithe mangin kanei leh kagou jouse meilhang kitol mang bangin amangthah soh tai.
Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is driven away as if by the wind; my prosperity passes away as a cloud.
16 Chuleh tua hi kahinkho along mang ahitan, kanikho ho jong genthei hesoh nan eihen den tai.
Now my life is pouring out from within me; many days of suffering have laid hold on me.
17 Jan teng kagu kachang ho natnan alodim jin hichun tang louhel in eichip eichip ji'e.
In the night my bones in me are pierced; the pains that gnaw at me take no rest.
18 Khuthat tah in Pathen in ka sangkhol eilah peh in ka sangkhol ngong ah eimanchah kheh in ahi.
God's great force has seized my clothing; it wraps around me like the collar of my tunic.
19 Aman bonlhoh lah a eisep lut in keima hi leivui leh vutvam sanga jong panna beijo kahi.
He has thrown me into the mud; I have become like dust and ashes.
20 Nahenga hung tao kahi O Pathen, ahinlah nangin nei donbut pon, namasang a ding kahin, ahin nangin vet ding'in jong neigo poi.
I cry to you, God, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you merely look at me.
21 Keija dinga lungsetna beihel nahung hitai. Nathahat na chu kei engbol nan namange.
You have changed and become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you persecute me.
22 Nangin chimpei lah a neisep lut in chuleh huipi kinong in nei sumange.
You lift me up to the wind and cause it to drive me along; you throw me back and forth in a storm.
23 Chuleh nangin mihing jouse lhunna kathina ding munna chu neisol ahi ti kahei.
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
24 Tahbeh mongin genthei hahsatna a kithopi ngaicha ahung tao tengule koima cha hiche genthei thoh ho lang ngan kihei pouvinte.
However, does no one reach out with his hand to beg for help when he falls? Does no one in trouble call out for help?
25 Hahsatna toh ho dinga kapji kahi lou ham? Vaicha genthei tedinga nasatah a ka genthei pi ji hilou ham?
Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Did I not grieve for the needy man?
26 Hijeh chun thilpha kave jin ahinlah hiche sang chun thilphalou joh chu ahung jin ahi.
When I hoped for good, then evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came instead.
27 Kalungthim agentheijin chuleh cholngahna kanei theipoi. Kagentheina nikho te hin eisu genthei lheh e.
My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction have come on me.
28 Nisavah umlouna muthim lah a kavah len mipi kigol toh chet lah a kadingin kithopi ngaichan kakap e.
I have gone about like one who was living in the dark, but not because of the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Hiche ho khellin keima gam-ui sopipa simbupi toh kikoppan eiki ngaiton ahi.
I am a brother to jackals, a companion of ostriches.
30 Kavun ho aduplha soh tan chule kagu kachang ho jouse khosih in kati apeh henhun e.
My skin is black and falls away from me; my bones are burned with heat.
31 Ka selangdah gin in jong lungkham la ahin sa in katheile gin jong kana ogin in aginge.
Therefore my harp is tuned for songs of mourning, my flute for the singing of those who wail.
