Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
Kisha Ayubu akajibu:
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are all of you all.
“Nimepata kusikia mambo mengi kama haya, nanyi nyote ni wafariji wenye kutaabisha!
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
Je, maneno yenu mengi yasiyo na maana hayana mwisho? Mna nini hata mwendelee kushindana kwa maneno?
4 I also could speak as all of you do: if your soul were in my soul's position, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
Mimi pia ningeweza kuzungumza kama ninyi, kama mngekuwa katika hali yangu; ningeweza kutoa hotuba nzuri dhidi yenu, na kuwatikisia ninyi kichwa changu.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should subside your grief.
Lakini kinywa changu kingewatia moyo; faraja kutoka midomoni mwangu, ingewaletea nafuu.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not subsided: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
“Lakini kama nikisema, maumivu yangu bado hayatulizwi; nami kama nikijizuia, wala hayaondoki.
7 But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
Ee Mungu, hakika umenichakaza; umewaangamiza kabisa watu wa nyumbani mwangu wote.
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.
Umenikunjakunja, nalo limekuwa ushahidi; nako kukonda kwangu kumeongezeka sana na kushuhudia dhidi yangu.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
Mungu amenishambulia na kunirarua katika hasira yake, na kunisagia meno yake; adui yangu hunikazia macho yake makali.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
Watu wamenifumbulia vinywa vyao kunidhihaki; hunipiga shavuni mwangu kwa dharau, na kuungana pamoja dhidi yangu.
11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
Mungu amenigeuzia kwa watu wabaya, na kunitupa katika makucha ya waovu.
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.
Mambo yote yalikuwa mazuri, lakini alinivunjavunja; amenikamata shingo na kuniponda. Amenifanya mimi kuwa shabaha yake;
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaves my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
wapiga upinde wake wananizunguka. Bila huruma, huchoma figo zangu, na kuimwaga nyongo yangu juu ya nchi.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach, he runs upon me like a giant.
Huniponda tena na tena; hunishambulia kama shujaa wa vita.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
“Nimejishonea nguo ya gunia juu ya mwili wangu nami nimekizika kipaji cha uso wangu kwenye vumbi.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Uso wangu umekuwa mwekundu kwa kulia, macho yangu yamepigwa na giza kuu.
17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
Hata hivyo mikono yangu haijafanya jeuri, na maombi yangu ni safi.
18 O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.
“Ee nchi, usiifunike damu yangu, nacho kilio changu kisinyamazishwe kamwe.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
Hata sasa shahidi wangu yuko mbinguni; wakili wangu yuko juu.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye pours out tears unto God.
Mwombezi wangu ni rafiki yangu macho yangu yamwagapo machozi kwa Mungu;
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbour!
kwa niaba ya mtu anamsihi Mungu kama mtu anavyosihi kwa ajili ya rafiki yake.
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
“Ni miaka michache tu itapita kabla sijaenda safari ambayo sitarudi.
