Job 17
1 My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
Na esalusu fisimu eso da gadenesa. Na mifo heda: mu da gadenenewane gogolei. Na da liligi eno hamomu da hamedei, bogomusa: fawane esala.
2 Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
Na da ba: lala. Dunu huluane da na ha: giwane habosesesa.
3 God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
Gode! Na da dafawane sia: sa! Na sia: nabima! Na sia: be fuligala: su dunu eno da hame.
4 You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
Di da eno dunu ilia asigi dawa: su gogolelesibiba: le, ilia moloidafa hou hame dawa: Ilia da na mae hasalima: ne, ilia logo Dia hedofama.
5 They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
Musa: malasu sia: amogai dunu afae da muni lamusa: , ea na: iyado hohonoi. Amola ea hamobeba: le, ea mano huluane da se nabi.
6 He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
Amola wali, dunu ilia amo malasu defele, na hamoi ilia sia: sa. Ilia da misini, na odagia defo adugagala: sa.
7 My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
Na da da: i dioiba: le, na si da wadela: mu gadenesa. Na lobo amola emo da geloga: le, baba agoai ba: sa.
8 People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
Dunu mogili, ilia hou da moloidafa ilisu sia: sa, amo ilia na hou ba: beba: le fofogadigisa. Ilia da na da Gode Ea hou hamedafa dawa: sia: sa.
9 Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
Dunu amo da ilia hou da noga: idafa ilisu sia: sa, ilia amola da na Gode Ea hou hame dawa: sia: sa. Amola ilia dawa: i da dafawane ilia dawa: sa.
10 Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
Be ilia huluane da na midadi misini aliligisia ganiaba, na da iliga dunu afae bagade dawa: su galebe hamedafa ba: la: loba.
11 My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
Na hamomu eso da baligi dagoi. Na hamomusa: ilegei da bugi. Na hobea misunu hou dafawane hamoma: beyale dawa: su da fisi dagoi.
12 They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
Be na na: iyado dunu ilia da gasi amo da hadigi sia: sa. Ilia da hadigi da gadenei sia: sa. Be na dawa: , na da gasi ganodini esala.
Nama hobea misunu dafawane hamoma: beyale hou dawa: be da bogosu soge fawane dawa: sa. Amogawi na gasi ganodini dialumu. (Sheol h7585)
14 Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Na da bogoi uli dogoi amoma na da na ada dio asulimu. Amola daba: amo da na da: i nabe, amoma, “Na ame amola na dalusi,” na da sia: mu.
15 So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
Na hobea misunu hou dafawane hamoma: beyale dawa: su da habidili ganabela: ? Nowa da amo ba: sala: ?
