Job 10
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
Ka pakhra mah ka hinghaih hmawt sut boeh; to pongah laisaephaih ai ah loe ka om thai ai, ka hingh patangkhanghaih hae nang khaeah kang thuih han.
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
Sithaw khaeah, Zaehaih na net hmah, tipongah misa ah nang suek loe, na thui ah, tiah ka naa han.
3 What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
Minawk pacaekthlaek moe, na ban hoi sak ih hmuen to patoekhaih pacoengah, kasae kaminawk poekhaih to nang hoe haih maw?
4 Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
Nang loe long taksa mik maw na tawnh? To tih ai boeh loe kami mah hnuk ih baktiah maw na hnuk?
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
Nang ih aninawk loe kadueh thaih kaminawk ih ani baktiah maw oh? Nang ih saningnawk doeh kami ih saning baktiah maw oh?
6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
Tipongah ka sakpazaehaih hoi ka zaehaih to na pakrong loe?
7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
Kai loe kasae kami na ai ni, tiah na panoek; mi mah doeh na ban thung hoi pahlong thai mak ai.
8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
Ka takpum boih hae na ban hoiah ni nang sak, ka tungkrang doeh nang ohsak; toe vaihi nam rosak han boeh maw?
9 O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
Kai hae tangphrung long baktiah ni nang sak, tiah pahnet hmah; vaihi maiphu ah maw nam laemsak let han boeh?
10 Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
Kai hae maitaw tahnutui baktiah nang kraih moe, maitaw tahnutui kamkhawk baktiah nam khawksak boeh na ai maw?
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
Kai hanah agan hoi ahin to nang khuksak moe, ahuh hoi thaquinawk hoiah nang zaeng.
12 You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
Hinghaih hoi tahmenhaih kai hanah nang paek, ka muithla hae nang khetzawn.
13 But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
Toe hae hmuennawk thui ai ah palung thungah na suek; na palung thungah hae hmuen hae oh, tiah ka panoek.
14 That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:
Ka zae nahaeloe, ka zaehaih to na pakuem moe, ka zaehaih baktih toengah dan nang paek.
15 That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
Kahoih ai kami ah ka oh nahaeloe, khosak bing boeh! Toenghaih hoi ka oh cadoeh, pakoehhaih ka hnu ai. Patangkhanghaih ka poek loiah ka zat sut boeh;
16 And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
kang thawk tahang naah, zoep ih hmawsaeng kaipui baktiah nang zoep moe, zitthok hmuen ka nuiah nam tuengsak.
17 That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
Kai kasae thuih koeh kami na tawnh mangh, ka nuiah palungphuihaih na thap aep; kai tuk han koeh paroeai misa to nang zoh haih.
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
Tipongah kam no zok thung hoiah nang tacawtsak loe? Ka duek ving nahaeloe, mi mah doeh na hnu mak ai.
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
Kaom vai ai baktiah ka om ueloe, kam no zok thung hoiah taprong ah na caeh o haih tih.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
Kai ih atue loe setta ah na ai maw oh boeh? Ka phak pacoengah kam laem let han ai ih prae, duekhaih tahlip mah khuk ih vinghaih prae ah ka caeh ai naah, nawnetta thung, kaimabueng monghaih hoiah ka oh hanah, na caeh taak ah,
21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
22 A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.
to prae loe aqum baktih khovinghaih prae, hmuen boih angmah ih ahmuen ah kaom ai, duekhaih tahlip ahmuen, aanghaih to vinghaih ah kaom prae ni, tiah ka thuih han, tiah anih mah pathim pae.
