Job 17
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
“ʻOku ʻeho ʻeku mānava, kuo ʻosi hoku ngaahi ʻaho, ʻoku tali ʻae ngaahi luo kiate au.
2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
ʻIkai ʻoku ʻiate au ʻae kau manuki? Pea ʻikai ʻoku nofomaʻu ʻi hoku ʻao ʻenau ʻahiʻahi kovi?
3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
“Ko eni, ke tuku hifo, ke ai haʻaku fakamoʻoni meiate koe; ko hai ia te ma tā nima mo au?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
He kuo ke fufū honau loto mei he ʻilo: ko ia ʻe ʻikai ai te ke hakeakiʻi ʻakinautolu.
5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
Ko ia ʻoku ne lea lapu ki hono kāinga, ʻe vaivai ʻae mata ʻo ʻene fānau ʻaʻana.
6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
“Kuo ne tuku au ko e taukaeʻanga ʻoe kakai; ka naʻaku tatau muʻa mo e meʻa faiva.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
Kuo nenefu hoku mata ko e meʻa ʻi he mamahi, pea ko e ata pe ʻa hoku kupuʻi sino kotoa pē.
8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
ʻE ofo ʻae kakai angatonu ʻi he meʻa ni, pea ko e taʻeangahala te ne ueʻi ia ki he mālualoi.
9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
ʻE fakakukafi foki ʻae māʻoniʻoni ʻi hono hala, pea ko ia ʻoku nima maʻa ʻe fakahoko ʻe ia ʻae mālohi ki he mālohi.
10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
Ka ko kimoutolu kotoa pē, mou foki ʻo ʻalu: he ʻoku ʻikai te u faʻa ʻilo ha taha ʻoku poto ʻiate kimoutolu.
11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
Kuo ʻosi hoku ngaahi ʻaho, kuo motuhi ʻeku ngaahi tuʻutuʻuni, ʻio, ʻaia naʻaku loto ki ai.
12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
ʻOku nau liliu ʻae pō ko e ʻaho: ʻoku fuonounou ʻae maama ko e meʻa ʻi he fakapoʻuli.
Kapau te u tatali, ko hoku fale ʻae faʻitoka pē: kuo ngaohi hoku mohenga ʻi he fakapoʻuli. (Sheol h7585)
14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Kuo u pehē ki he popo, ‘Ko ʻeku tamai koe:’ pea ki he kelemutu, ‘Ko ʻeku faʻē,’ mo ‘hoku tuofefine.’
15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Pea kofaʻā eni ʻa ʻeku ʻamanaki lelei? ʻIo, ko ʻeku ʻamanaki lelei, ko hai te ne mamata ki ai?
