Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
Jòb pran lapawòl ankò, li di konsa:
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.
-Mwen bouke tande pawòl sa yo! Pase nou konsole moun, se plis lapenn n'ap ba yo.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
Kilè n'a sispann tout pale anpil sa a? Sa k'ap pouse nou konsa? Nou toujou pare pou reponn moun!
4 I also could speak as you do: if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
Si m' te nan plas nou, epi nou menm nan plas mwen, m' ta ka pale jan nou pale a tou, m' ta pase nou nan yon wonn tenten, m' ta vide bèl diskou sou nou.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should assuage your grief.
M' ta remoute kouraj nou ak konsèy, m' ta pale ak nou jouk nou ta soulaje.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Men, lè mwen pale, doulè a la pi rèd pou mwen. Lè mwen pa pale, se pa sa k'ap fè l' ban m' yon ti louga.
7 But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
Koulye a, Bondye, se fini ou fini avè m'. Ou kite yo touye tout fanmi m'.
8 And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
Ou mete men sou mwen, ou pa vle wè m' ankò. Mwen tounen zo ak po. Yo di se paske mwen antò ki fè sa rive m'.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes on me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes on me.
Nan kòlè li, Bondye ap dechire m' moso pa moso. L'ap devore m' anba dan l'. L'ap louvri je l' sou mwen, li pa vle wè m'!
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth; they have smitten me on the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
Moun prèt pou manje m'. Yo kouri sou mwen, y'ap joure m', y'ap touye m' anba souflèt.
11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
Bondye lage m' nan men mechan yo. Li jete m' anba grif san manman yo.
12 I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
Mwen t'ap viv tou dousman, li bouskile m'. Li pran m' dèyè nwa kou, li kraze m', li fè m' tounen jwèt li.
13 His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
L'ap voye flèch li sou mwen kote m' vire. Li pèse tout kò m', li san pitye pou mwen, li mete san m' deyò.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach, he runs on me like a giant.
Kote m' vire li blese m', li vare sou mwen tankou yon sòlda nan lagè.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
Mwen fè rad sak mete sou mwen, mwen woule kò m' nan pousyè tèlman mwen te nan lapenn.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Je m' vin wouj afòs mwen kriye. Tout anba je m' gonfle vin tou nwa.
17 Not for any injustice in my hands: also my prayer is pure.
Men, mwen konnen mwen pa fè ankenn moun mechanste. Mwen lapriyè Bondye ak tout kè m'.
18 O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.
Ou menm latè, pa kache mizè mwen. Pa kite yo fèmen bouch mwen lè m'ap rele nan pye Bondye!
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
Paske mwen konnen gen yon moun nan syèl la k'ap kanpe pou mwen, gen yon moun anwo a k'ap pran defans mwen.
20 My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.
Zanmi m' yo ap pase m' nan betiz, men, m'ap kriye nan pye Bondye.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
Mwen bezwen moun pou plede kòz mwen ak Bondye a, menm jan yon moun plede kòz zanmi l'.
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
M' pa lontan mouri. Mwen pral pran chemen kote moun pa janm tounen an.
