Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
Omutima gwange gwennyise, ennaku zange zisalibbwaako, entaana enninze.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Ddala abansekerera bannetoolodde; amaaso gange gabeekengera.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
“Ompe, Ayi Katonda akakalu k’onsaba. Ani omulala ayinza okunneeyimirira?
4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
Ozibye emitima gyabwe obutategeera; noolwekyo toobakkirize kuwangula.
5 He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Omusajja avumirira mikwano gye olw’empeera alireetera amaaso g’abaana be okuziba.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
“Katonda anfudde ekisekererwa eri buli omu, anfudde buli omu gw’afujjira amalusu mu maaso.
7 Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
Amaaso gange gayimbadde olw’okunakuwala; omubiri gwange gwonna kaakano guli nga kisiikirize.
8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
Abantu ab’amazima beesisiwala olwa kino; atalina musango agolokokedde ku oyo atatya Katonda.
9 Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
Naye era abatuukirivu banaakwatanga amakubo gaabwe, n’abo ab’emikono emirongoofu baneeyongeranga amaanyi.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
“Naye mukomeewo mwenna kaakano, mujje, naye siraba muntu mugezi mu mmwe!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Ennaku zange ziyise entegeka zange zoonoonese, era bwe kityo n’okwegomba kw’omutima gwange.
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
Abantu bano ekiro bakifuula emisana; mu kizikiza mwennyini mwe bagambira nti, Ekitangaala kinaatera okujja.
13 If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
Amagombe bwe gaba nga ge maka mwe nnina essuubi, bwe njala obuliri bwange mu kizikiza, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
ne ŋŋamba amagombe nti, ‘Ggwe kitange,’ era n’eri envunyu nti, ‘Ggwe mmange,’ oba nti, ‘Ggwe mwannyinaze,’
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
kale essuubi lyange liba ludda wa? Ani ayinza okuliraba?
