Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
Hagi Jopu'a anante Elifasine ruga'amokizmia amanage huno kezmirera kenona hu'ne,
2 “I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
Rama'a zupa ama ana nanekea antahi'na oanagi, magore huno ama ana nanekema hazazamo'a naza osutfa nehigeta tamasunkura hunonantaze.
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
Hanki nazeri amuhoma hu nanekema nehazana taganeta omanigahazo? Na'a nehigeta kea huvava huta nevaze?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
Hanki nagrama huaza huta tamagrama knafima manizasina, tamagrama nehazaza hu'na kefintira tamazeri haviza nehu'na nagena rusine.
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
Hianagi nagrama huazama huta tamagra knafima manizasina, nagra tamazeri hanavetikea huneramugetma fru hutma manizasine.
6 “Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
Hianagi nagra'ama naguvazi kazigati kema huampi, kema osu'ma manuampi, ana avamenteke knazanimo'a vagaore meno nevie.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.
Tamagerfa huno Anumzamo'a mika hanaveni'a erinetreno, naga'ni'a mika zamahe vaganere.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
Ana nehuno nazeri havizantfa higeno, navufgamo'a zaferina'nire akamare'ne. E'ina'ma hia zama vahe'mo'zama nege'za kumi hu'nea zamofo nona'a knazana e'nerie hu'za hu'naze.
9 He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
Anumzamo'a tusi arimpa ahenenanteno nagrira nazeri haviza hu'ne. Agra tusi rimpagu nehuno avera aninkreki nehuno, avua anteno nenageno nage raponeno nenage.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
Hanki vahe'mo'za zamagira renagate nenamiza, nameragente rupro hunenamiza, huhaviza hunante'za eri mago hu'za ha'rarenante'naze.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
Anumzamo'a kumi vahetmimofo zamazampi navrente'ne. Hanki Agra nazeriteno kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahe'mokizmi matevu zami'ne.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
Hanki korapara hakare'a zamo'a knare huno me'nege'na knare hu'na mani'noanagi, Anumzamo'a nanankente navazu huno nazeri taganavazi'ne. E'ina nehuno nazeri haviza hunaku hankogna huno nazeri oti'ne.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
Ana hige'za kevema nahe vahe'mo'za manigaginante'naze. E'ina hu'nazageno Anumzamo'a asunkura huonanteno kevea nenahegeno, navinompafi timo'a mopafina herafi neramie.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
Hanki Anumzamo'a mago zupa natrege'na amnea omani'noanki, sondia vahe'mo'zama ha' vahe'ma nezmahazaza huno maka zupa naheva naheva huno tusi kano nenamie.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
Hagi nagra nasunku nehu'na kopra beki kukena hati'na nentanina, navufga rama nehua zana atrogeno kugusopafi evurami'ne.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
Hagi zavi'ma netogeno'a, navugosamo'a korankifa nehegeno, navumo'a finigu ahe'ne.
17 although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Hianagi nagra mago hazenkea osu'noanki, fatgo hu'na nunamuna nehue.
18 “Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
Hagi mopamoka korani'a refira otenegeno, nagrama knama enerua zankura koranimo'a krafagea huno vino.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
Hagi meninena ko, nagri'ma huama'ma huno tamage nehie huno'ma huama'ma hunantesia vahera monafinka mani'ne. Nagri'ma nahokeno nanekema hu' vahera manisga huno anagamu mani'ne.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
Hagi aronenimo'za huhaviza hunenantazage'na Anumzanimofontega nunamuna hu'na zavira atevava nehue.
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
Hagi nagri'ma navenesiana Anumzane nagri amu'nompina mago vahe mani'neno nagri nagira erino Anumzanena nanekea haniegu nehue.
22 For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.
Na'ankure nagrama fri'nama fri vahe kumategama nevuna, ete omesua kafua osi'a me'ne.
