Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
Hafuurri koo dadhabeera; barri koo gabaabbateera; awwaallis naa qopheeffameera.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Dhugumaan qoostonni na marsaniiru; iji koos hojii isaanii isa hamaa sana hubatee ilaala.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
“Yaa Waaqi, qabsiisa naa taʼi; si malee eenyutu wabii naa taʼa?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
Akka isaan waa hin hubanneef ati sammuu isaanii cufteerta; kanaafuu ati akka isaan moʼatan hin gootu.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
Yoo namni tokko faayidaa argachuuf michuu isaa maqaa balleesse, iji ijoollee isaa ni jaama.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
“Waaqni nama hunda biratti nama kolfaa, nama namni fuula isaatti tufu na godheera.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Iji koo sababii gaddaatiif arguu dhabe; dhagni koo guutuunis akkuma gaaddidduu ti.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Qajeeltonni waan kanaan ni rifatu; namni balleessaa hin qabnes warra Waaqatti hin bulle irratti kaʼa.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Qajeelaan garuu karaa isaatti cima; warri harki isaanii qulqulluu taʼes jabaachaa deemu.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
“Hundi keessan garuu mee deebiʼaa yaalaa! Ani isin keessaa nama ogeessa tokko illee hin argadhu.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
Barri koo darbeera; karoorri koo fashalaaʼeera; hawwiin garaa koos akkasuma taʼeera.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Namoonni kunneen halkan guyyaatti geeddaraniiru; utuma dukkana arganuus, ‘Ifni dhiʼaateera’ jedhu.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
Yoo manni ani abdadhu awwaala qofa taʼe, yoo ani dukkana keessatti siree koo afadhe, (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
yoo ani boolla qileetiin, ‘Ati abbaa koo ti;’ raammoodhaan immoo, ‘Ati haadha koo ti;’ yookaan ‘Obboleettii koo ti’ jedhe,
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
egaa abdiin koo eessa jira? Eenyutus abdii tokko illee naa arga?
