Job 30
1 “But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to entrust with my sheep dogs.
Inaianei ia e kataina mai ana ahau e te hunga tamariki rawa i ahau, e te hunga kihai nei ahau i whakaae kia uru o ratou matua ki roto ki nga kuri o taku kahui.
2 What use to me was the strength of their hands, since their vigor had left them?
Ae ra, hei aha maku te kaha o o ratou ringa? He hanga pirau nei hoki to ratou koroheketanga.
3 Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
Tupuhi ana ratou i te rawakore, i te hemokai; e ngau ana ratou i te oneone pakapaka, i roto i te pouritanga o te tuhea, o te ururua.
4 They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
E whawhaki ana ratou i nga marou i roto o nga rakau ririki; a ko nga pakiaka hunipa hei kai ma ratou.
5 They were banished from among men, shouted down like thieves,
He mea pei atu ratou i roto i nga tangata; e karangarangatia ana ratou ano he tahae.
6 so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
Me noho rawa atu ratou i nga kapiti o nga awaawa, i nga waro o te whenua, i nga kamaka.
7 They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.
Tangi a kaihe ana ratou i roto i nga rakau ririki; huihuia ana ratou ki raro i nga ongaonga.
8 A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.
He tamariki ratou na nga kuware, ae ra, he tamariki na te hunga ingoakore; he hunga i patua atu i runga i te whenua.
9 And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
Inaianei ia kua waiho ahau hei waiata ma ratou, ae, hei whakatauki ma ratou.
10 They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
E whakarihariha mai ana ratou ki ahau, e neke rawa atu ana i ahau, a kahore e kaiponuhia e ratou te huware ki toku mata.
11 Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
Kua oti hoki tana aho te wewete e ia, a e whakatupuria kinotia ana ahau e ia, a kua tukua e ratou te paraire i toku aroaro.
12 The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
I te taha ki matau ka ara te marea; taia ana e ratou oku waewae, a akina ana nga ara o a ratou whakangaromanga ki ahau.
13 They tear up my path; they profit from my destruction, with no one to restrain them.
E taka kino ana ratou i toku ara, e whakatupu ana i te he moku, a kahore he hoa mahi mo ratou.
14 They advance as through a wide breach; through the ruins they keep rolling in.
Rite tonu ki te wai nui e pakaru mai ana to ratou haerenga mai: i taua whakangaromanga nei, huri mai ana ratou ki runga ki ahau:
15 Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
Kua tahuri mai nga whakawehi ki ahau, e aru ana ratou i toku whakaaro rangatira ano he hau; ko te whakahauora moku, pahemo ke ana ano he kapua.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me.
Na inaianei kua maringi toku wairua i roto i ahau: mau pu ahau i nga ra o te tangi.
17 Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
I te po e werohia ana oku wheua i roto i ahau; kahore hoki he okiokinga o nga mamae e ngau nei i ahau.
18 With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.
He kaha nui no toku mate i ahua ke ai toku kakahu; e awhi nei i ahau, e penei ana me te whiri o toku koti.
19 He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Kua maka ahau e ia ki te paru, kua rite ahau ki te puehu, ki te pungarehu.
20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
E tangi ana ahau ki a koe, heoi kahore koe e whakao mai ki ahau; e tu ana, heoi ka titiro kau mai koe ki ahau.
21 You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
Kua huri ke, kua kino tau mahi ki ahau: ko te kaha o tou ringa kei te tukino i ahau.
22 You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.
Kua hapainga ake ahau e koe ki te hau, a meinga ana tera e koe hei hoiho moku; a whakamotitia iho ahau e koe i roto i te tupuhi.
23 Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
E mohio ana hoki ahau tera ahau e kawea e koe ki te mate, ki te whare hoki i whakaritea mo te hunga ora katoa.
24 Yet no one stretches out his hand to a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.
E kore ano ia tona ringa e totoro iho ki te urupa; ahakoa hei mate mona ka mea ia ki te karanga, he whakaaro ki enei mea.
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
Kihai ianei ahau i tangi ki te tangata he mate nei tona? kihai ranei toku wairua i pouri ki te rawakore?
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.
I ahau i tatari ai ki te pai, heoi kua tae mai te kino; tumanako atu ana ahau ki te marama, heoi kua tae mai te pouri.
27 I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.
Ko oku whekau, me te mea e koropupu ana, te ata takoto; haukotia mai ana ahau e nga ra o te tangi.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
E haereere pouri ana ahau, kahore he ra; ko taku whakatikanga ake i roto i te whakaminenga, ka karanga awhina.
29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
Hei teina ahau ki nga tarakona, hei hoa mo nga ruru.
30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
Ko toku kiri mangu tonu, e ngahoro ana i ahau, kaia ana oku wheua i te wera.
31 My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
No reira i tahuri ke ai taku hapa ki te tangi, me taku okana ki te reo o te hunga e uhunga ana.
