Job 27
1 Job continued his discourse:
Ka naʻe fai pe ʻe Siope ʻene lea mamafa, ʻo ne pehē,
2 “As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
“ʻI he moʻui ʻae ʻOtua, ʻaia ʻoku ne taʻefiefakamaauʻi au; mo e Māfimafi, kuo ne fakamamahiʻi hoku laumālie;
3 as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
Lolotonga ʻoku ʻiate au ʻeku mānava, pea ʻi hoku avaʻi ihu ʻae mānava ʻae ʻOtua;
4 my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
ʻE ʻikai lea ʻaki ʻae angahala ʻe hoku loungutu, pe lea ʻaki ʻae kākā ʻe hoku ʻelelo.
5 I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
ʻE ʻikai ʻaupito te u fakatonuhiaʻi ʻakimoutolu: te u mate pē ka ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ʻeku angatonu meiate au.
6 I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
ʻOku ou kuku maʻu ʻeku māʻoniʻoni, ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ia: ʻe ʻikai valokiʻi au ʻe hoku loto ʻi heʻeku moʻui ni.
7 May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
“Tuku ke tatau hoku fili mo e angahala, mo ia ʻoku angatuʻu kiate au ke tatau mo e taʻemāʻoniʻoni.
8 For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
He neongo ʻene maʻumeʻa, ko e hā ʻae ʻamanaki ʻoe mālualoi, ʻoka toʻo atu ʻe he ʻOtua hono laumālie?
9 Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
ʻE ongoʻi ʻe he ʻOtua ʻa ʻene tangi ʻoka hoko ʻae mamahi kiate ia?
10 Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
He te ne fakafiefiaʻi ia ʻi he Māfimafi? ʻE ui maʻuaipē ʻe ia ki he ʻOtua?
11 I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
Te u akonekina ʻakimoutolu ʻaki ʻae nima ʻoe ʻOtua: ʻe ʻikai te u fufū ʻaia ʻoku ʻi he Māfimafi.
12 Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
“Vakai, kuo mamata ki ai ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē; pea ko e hā ʻoku mou launoa pehē ai fau?
13 This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
Ko eni ʻae ʻinasi ʻoe tangata fai kovi mei he ʻOtua, mo e tofiʻa ʻe maʻu ʻe he kau fakamālohi mei he Māfimafi.
14 Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
Kapau ʻe fakatokolahiʻi ʻene fānau, ko e meʻa ia ki he heletā: pea ʻe ʻikai mākona ʻi he mā ʻa hono hako.
15 His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
Ko kinautolu ʻoku toe ʻiate ia, ʻe tanu ʻi he mate: pea ʻe ʻikai tangi ʻa hono ngaahi uaifi.
16 Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
Neongo ʻene fokotuʻu siliva ʻo hangē ko e efu, pea teuteu ʻae ngaahi kofu ʻo hangē ko e ʻumea;
17 what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
ʻE teuteu pe ʻe ia, ka ʻe ʻai ia ʻe he angatonu, pea ʻe vahevahe ʻae siliva ʻe he taʻeangahala.
18 The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
ʻOku langa ʻe ia hono fale ʻo hangē ko e ʻunufe, pea hangē ko e fale leʻo ʻoku langa hake ʻe he leʻo.
19 He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
ʻE tokoto hifo ʻae tangata koloaʻia, ka ʻe ʻikai tānaki ia: ʻoku ne fakaʻā hono mata, pea ne ʻikai leva.
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
ʻOku lōmekina ia ʻi he ilifia ʻo hangē ha vai, ʻoku kaihaʻasi ia ʻe he afā ʻi he pō.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
ʻOku ʻave ia ʻe he matangi hahake, pea ʻoku mole atu ia: pea hangē ko e afā ʻoku fakapuna ia mei hono potu.
22 It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
ʻE haʻaki ia kiate ia ʻo ʻikai taʻofi, ʻoku holi ia ke hao atu mei hono mālohi.
23 It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.
Ka ʻe pasipasi ʻe ia hono nima kiate ia, ʻo seseʻe ia mei hono potu.
