Job 17
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
Kalhagao akisuchip in, kahinkho haisam pai ding ahitan lhankhuh jong keima ngah a gotsa uma ahitai.
2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
Mi nuisat nom hon eium kimvellun ichan geija gilouva eiphin lunghang uvem tia kavet vet jeng ahi.
3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
O Pathen nangin nolnabei kahin neihon bit peh in koimacha keima dinga hung dingdoh ding umlou hel ahi.
4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
Nangin amaho hi ima ahetkhen theilou nading uva alung mit u nakha peh ahin, ahinlah amaho hi lunglhaina pehih in.
5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
Amaho phatchomna dingin aloi agol hou chu apedoh jiuvin hijeh chun achateu gilkel thoh in kho helouvin umsah in.
6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
Aman mipi ho lah a konna einuisat ding chu asem ahin, kamaija chil eiset khumuve.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
Kaka ka nan kamit apom doh joutai. Keima hi kana hinasa alie maimai bou chu kahi.
8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
Michonpha hon eimu teng uleh atija soh ji tauve, nolna bei miho chu Pathen neilou miho dounan ahung kipat doh jiuve.
9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
Michonpha ho chu malam jonin akitol jing uve. Chule akhut teni thengsel'a umho chu ahat cheh ahat cheh jiuve.
10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
Nangho nabon Chauvin kinelna a phajep in hung kile kit uvin, nangho lah a miching khat beh kamu doh lou vang'in
11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
Keima hin nikho aki chaitan, kakinepna amangthah tai. Kalung ngaichat jouse akeh gam tai.
12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
Hiche miho hin jan hi sun ahi tin asei uvin, amahon muthim chu khovah ahi tin asei jiuve.
Lhankhuh a chu che taleng ipi itin tem? Chule muthim lah a chun lupna kisem leng? (Sheol h7585)
14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Lhankhuh chu kappa nahi tin kou leng, ipi itin tem? Chule than chu kanu ahi loule kasopinu tileng;
15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Kakinepna hoilamba hita a mikhat touvin amu dem?
