Job 17
1 My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
Ka mueihla he pat tih ka khohnin loh khum coeng, kai hamla coeng tih phuel om coeng.
2 Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
Ka taengah a omsasaipat pai moenih a? Te dongah amih koek ham khaw ka mik ah rhaeh pai saeh.
3 God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
Kai kah rhikhang he namah hamla khueh laeh. Anih te ulong ka kut dongla a khoom eh?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
Amih kah lungbuei te lungmingnah lamloh na khoem pah coeng. Te dongah na pomsang sak mahpawh.
5 They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
Khoyo la a hui a phoe vaengah a ca rhoek mik tah hma coeng.
6 He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
Kai he pilnam kah a thuidoek la n'khueh tih maelhmai dongkah timthoeihnah la ka om.
7 My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
Ka mik he konoinah neh hmang coeng tih ka pumrho he khokhawn bangla boeih om.
8 People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
Te dongah aka thuem khaw a pong sak tih lailak taengah ommongsitoe a haenghang sak.
9 Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
Tedae aka dueng loh amah longpuei te a tuuk vetih a kut cim khaw a thaa sai ni.
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!
Amih te boeih na mael sak uh coeng. Na pawk uh to cakhaw nangmih ah hlangcueih ka hmu mahpawh.
11 My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
Ka khohnin loh thok coeng. Ka thinko kah kohnek la ka poeknah mawth coeng.
12 They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to 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 Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Vaam taengah, “A pa nang,” ka ti nah tih a rhit taengah, “A nu neh ka ngannu,” ka ti nah coeng.
15 So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
Te dongah menim ka ngaiuepnah tih ka ngaiuepnah he unim aka mae?
