Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
“Ka mueihla he pat tih ka khohnin loh khum coeng, kai hamla phuel om coeng.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Ka taengah a omsasaipat pai moenih a? Te dongah amih koek ham khaw ka mik ah rhaeh pai saeh.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Kai kah rhikhang he namah hamla khueh laeh. Anih te ulong ka kut dongla a khoom eh?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
Amih kah lungbuei te lungmingnah lamloh na khoem pah coeng. Te dongah na pomsang sak mahpawh.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
Khoyo la a hui a phoe vaengah a ca rhoek mik tah hma coeng.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
Kai he pilnam kah a thuidoek la n'khueh tih, maelhmai dongkah timthoihnah la ka om.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Ka mik he konoinah neh hmang coeng tih ka pumrho he khokhawn bangla boeih om.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Te dongah aka thuem khaw a pong sak tih lailak taengah ommongsitoe a haenghang sak.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Tedae aka dueng loh amah longpuei te a tuuk vetih, a kut cim khaw a thaa sai ni.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
Amih te boeih na mael sak uh coeng. Na pawk uh to cakhaw nangmih ah hlangcueih ka hmu mahpawh.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
Ka khohnin loh thok coeng. Ka thinko kah kohnek la ka poeknah mawth coeng.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Khoyin te khothaih la a khueh tih, a hmuep tom te vangnah neh a yoei sak.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
Saelkhui te ka im bangla ka lamtawn tih, hmaisuep ah ka rhaenghmuen ka saelh. (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
Vaam taengah, ‘A pa nang,’ ka ti nah tih a rhit taengah, ‘A nu neh ka ngannu,’ ka ti nah coeng.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
Te dongah menim ka ngaiuepnah tih, ka ngaiuepnah he unim aka mae?
