Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
To naah Job mah,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters [are] ye all.
to baktih loknawk ka thaih pop parai boeh; pathloephaih lok nang thuih o, toe poek amrosakkung ah ni na oh o boih.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
Avang ai loknawk to boeng thai ai boeh maw? Tipongah maw lok pathim hanah misa na hoih o?
4 I also could speak as ye [do: ] if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
Kang doethaih ahmuen ah na oh o nahaeloe, na thuih o ih baktiah ka thuih thai toeng; lok hoi kang zoeh o thaih moe, lu kang haek o thuih thaih.
5 [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage [your grief].
Toe ka pahni hoi tacawt pathloephaih lok mah nangcae poek mongsak hanah, thapaekhaih lok ni kang thuih o han.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
Lok ka thuih cadoeh, ka nathaih hoihkhang ai; lokthui ai ah ka pauep cadoeh, hoih kuehaih om ai.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
Toe vaihi loe Anih mah kai angphosak boeh; ka imthung takoh boih nam rosak boeh.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me: ] and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
Ka nganhin loe angcu boih boeh, nganhin angcu loe kai hnukung ah oh; kai loe ka zaek keng boeh, ka nganhin zaekhaih loe kai hnukung ah oh hanah mikhmai kangtong ah angdoet tahang.
9 He teareth [me] in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
Sithaw palungbethaih mah kai hae angsih pet pet moe, ang pacaekthlaek; haa ang kaek thuih; ka misa mah miktamai hoiah ang khet.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
Nihcae mah pakha ang angh o thuih; nihcae loe nawnto amkhueng o moe, khet patoekhaih hoiah tangbaeng ah ang tabaeng o.
11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
Anih mah Sithaw panoek ai kaminawk ban ah ang paek moe, kahoih ai kaminawk ban ah ang vah.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken [me] by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
Kamongah ka oh naah, anih mah kai amrosak; tahnong ah ang patawnh moe, apet pat hanah ang thuek pacoengah, kah han patoep ih ahmuen maeto baktiah ang suek.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
Kalii kaat kop anih ih kaminawk mah kai ang takui o khoep moe, tahmenhaih tawn ai ah kaeng ah ang thun o; kai ih ahmuet tui to long ah ang kraih pae.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
Anih mah ahmaa maeto pacoeng maeto angsihsak moe, misatuh kami baktiah tha hoiah ang hmang.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
Ka nganhin nuiah kazii to ka huih moe, kaimah ih taki to maiphu thungah ka phum.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
Ka qah loiah ka mikhmai hae amro moe, ka miklakoek nuiah duekhaih to oh;
17 Not for [any] injustice in mine hands: also my prayer [is] pure.
toe ka ban ah sethaih hmuen tidoeh om ai; lawk ka thuihaih loe ciim.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
Aw long, kai ih athii hae kraeng hmah; ka hanghaih lok loe natuek naah doeh anghak hmah nasoe!
19 Also now, behold, my witness [is] in heaven, and my record [is] on high.
Khenah, vaihi kai hnukung van ah oh, kai angdoe haih kami doeh hmuensang ah oh.
20 My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
Kam puinawk mah ang pahnui o thuih, kai loe mikkhraetui hoiah ni Sithaw hmaa ah ka oh.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleadeth] for his neighbour!
Kami maeto mah ampui han tahmenhaih hnik pae baktih toengah, kami maeto mah Sithaw khaeah tahmenhaih na hni pae nahaeloe ka koeh.
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
Saning akra ai ah, amlaem let han ai ih loklam to ka pazui han boeh.
