Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
Mweya wangu waputsika, mazuva angu aitwa mashoma, guva rakandimirira.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Zvirokwazvo vaseki vakandipoteredza; meso angu anofanira kuramba akatarisa ruvengo rwavo.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
“Ndipei, imi Mwari, chitsidzo chamunoda. Ndianiko achandiisira rubatso?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
Makapofumadza ndangariro dzavo pakunzwisisa; naizvozvo hamungavatenderi kukunda.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
Kana munhu akaramba shamwari dzake nokuda kwomubayiro, meso avana vake achapofumara.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
“Mwari akandiita shumo kuvanhu vose, munhu anopfirwa mate kumeso kwake navanhu.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Meso angu aneta nokuchema; muviri wangu wose wangova mumvuri zvawo.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Vanhu vakarurama vanokatyamadzwa nazvo; vasina mhaka vachamukira vasingadi Mwari.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Kunyange zvakadaro, vakarurama vachabatirira panzira dzavo, uye vana maoko akachena vachanyanya kusimba.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
“Asi uyai, imi mose, edzaizve! Handingawani murume ane uchenjeri pakati penyu.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
Mazuva angu apfuura, urongwa hwangu hwaparadzwa, saizvozvowo zvishuvo zvomwoyo wangu.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
Vanhu ava vanoshandura usiku kuti huve masikati; mukati merima ivo vanoti, ‘Chiedza chiri pedyo.’
Kana musha wandinotarisira uri guva chete, kana ndikawaridzira mubhedha wangu murima, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
kana ndikati kuuori, ‘Ndiwe baba vangu,’ nokuhonye ndikati, ‘Ndiwe mai vangu’ kana ‘Hanzvadzi yangu,’
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
ko, tariro yangu iripi zvino? Ndianiko angaona tariro yangu?
