Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
Ka mueihla he pat tih ka khohnin loh khum coeng, kai hamla coeng tih phuel om coeng.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Ka taengah a omsasaipat pai moenih a? Te dongah amih koek ham khaw ka mik ah rhaeh pai saeh.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Kai kah rhikhang he namah hamla khueh laeh. Anih te ulong ka kut dongla a khoom eh?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Amih kah lungbuei te lungmingnah lamloh na khoem pah coeng. Te dongah na pomsang sak mahpawh.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
Khoyo la a hui a phoe vaengah a ca rhoek mik tah hma coeng.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
Kai he pilnam kah a thuidoek la n'khueh tih maelhmai dongkah timthoeihnah la ka om.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Ka mik he konoinah neh hmang coeng tih ka pumrho he khokhawn bangla boeih om.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Te dongah aka thuem khaw a pong sak tih lailak taengah ommongsitoe a haenghang sak.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
Tedae aka dueng loh amah longpuei te a tuuk vetih a kut cim khaw a thaa sai ni.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
Amih te boeih na mael sak uh coeng. Na pawk uh to cakhaw nangmih ah hlangcueih ka hmu mahpawh.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
Ka khohnin loh thok coeng. Ka thinko kah kohnek la ka poeknah mawth coeng.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Khoyin te khothaih la a khueh tih, a hmuep tom te vangnah neh a yoei sak.
Saelkhui te ka im bangla ka lamtawn tih, hmaisuep ah ka rhaenghmuen ka saelh. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
Vaam taengah, “A pa nang,” ka ti nah tih a rhit taengah, “A nu neh ka ngannu,” ka ti nah coeng.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Te dongah menim ka ngaiuepnah tih ka ngaiuepnah he unim aka mae?
