Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
“Umoya wami udabukile, insuku zami ziqunyiwe, ithuna lingimelele.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Impela abaklolodayo bangihanqile; amehlo ami asehlezi elinde ulaka lwabo.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Ngipha, Oh Nkulunkulu, lesosibambiso osifunayo. Kambe ngubani omunye ongangenzela lesosibambiso na?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Usuzivalile ingqondo zabo kabasazwisisi; ngakho kawuzukubayekela bagiye.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
Nxa umuntu angaphika umngane wakhe ukuze ahlawulwe, amehlo abantwabakhe azafiphala.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
UNkulunkulu usengenze ngaba yisiga ebantwini bonke, umuntu okhafulelwa ngabanye emehlweni.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Amehlo ami asethundubele ngosizi; umdumbu wami wonke usuyisithunzi nje.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Abantu abaqotho kuyabanenga lokhu; abangelacala bayacaphuka ngabangakholwayo.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
Kungenani, abalungileyo bazabambelela ezindleleni zabo, kuthi labo abalezandla ezihlanzekileyo baqine.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
Kodwa khathesi lina lonke ake lizame futhi! Kangiboni loyedwa ohlakaniphileyo kini.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
Sezidlule insuku zami, amacebo ami asedilikile, kunjalo lezifiso zenhliziyo yami.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Lababantu bathatha ubusuku njengemini; bathi bebona ubumnyama bathi, ‘Ukukhanya sekusondele.’
Nxa ikhaya engilithembileyo lilingcwaba kuphela, nxa ngisendlala umbheda wami emnyameni, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
nxa ngisithi ekuboleni, ‘Baba,’ ngithi empethwini, ‘Mama’ kumbe ‘Dadewethu,’
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
pho lingaphi ithemba lami na? Ngubani ongabona ithemba ngami?
