Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
“Lespri m fin kase. Jou m yo etenn; tonbo a pare pou mwen.
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
Anverite mokè yo avè m, e zye m fikse sou pwovokasyon yo.
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
“Depoze la koulye a, yon sekirite. Kanpe kon garanti mwen, ak Ou menm. Se kilès ki kab antann avè m?
4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
Paske Ou te anpeche kè yo konprann; pou sa, ou pa p egzalte yo.
5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Sila ki enfòme kont zanmi li yo pou piyaj la, menm zye pitit li yo va vin gate.
6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
“Men Li te fè m vin tounen yon vye pwovèb pou pèp la. Konsa, yo vin krache sou figi m.
7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
Anplis, zye m vin pa wè klè akoz doulè m, e tout nanm mwen tankou lonbraj.
8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
Moun ladwati va byen twouble ak sa, e linosan an va leve li menm kont enkwayan yo.
9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
Malgre, moun dwat la va kenbe chemen li e sila ki gen men pwòp yo va vin pi fò e pi fò.
10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
Men nou tout, retounen; malgre mwen pa twouve yon nonm saj pami nou.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
Jou pa m yo fin pase, plan mwen yo vin chire nèt, menm dezi a kè mwen yo.
12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
Yo fè lannwit mwen vin sanble lajounen. Yo di ‘limyè a toupre’ lè tout se fènwa.
Si mwen chache Sejou mò yo kon lakay mwen, si mwen fè kabann mwen nan tenèb la; (Sheol h7585)
14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
Si mwen kriye a fòs tonbo a: ‘Se ou ki papa m’; epi a vè a: “Ou se manman m ak sè m’;
15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
Alò, koulye a, se kibò espwa mwen ye? Epi se kilès k ap okipe espwa m?
