Job 16
1 Then answered Job, and said,
Ipapo Jobho akapindura akati:
2 I have heard many things such as these: troublesome comforters are ye all.
“Ndakanzwa zvinhu zvakawanda sezvizvi; mose muri vanyaradzi pasina!
3 Shall there be any end to words of wind? or what compelleth thee that thou shouldst answer?
Ko, kutaura kwenyu kwamadzokorora kwenguva refu hakuperiwo here? Chii chinokurwadzai kuti murambe muchiita nharo?
4 I also could well speak as ye do: if your soul were but in my soul's stead, I could overwhelm you with words, and could shake my head at you.
Neniwo ndaigona kutaura semi, dai imi manga muri pachinzvimbo changu; ndaigona kutaura mashoko okukupikisai uye ndigokudzungudzirai musoro wangu.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the condolence of my lips should restrain [your grief].
Asi muromo wangu waizokukurudzirai: kunyaradza kunobva pamuromo wangu kwaizokuvigirai zororo.
6 Though I were to speak, my pain would not be restrained; and though I should forbear, what will go away from me?
“Asi kana ndikataura, kurwadziwa kwangu hakuperi; uye kana ndikanyarara, iko hakubvi.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
Zvirokwazvo, imi Mwari, mandipedza simba; maparadza imba yangu yose.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, they are my witnesses; and my leanness riseth up for me, giveth its testimony to my face.
Makandisunga ini, uye chava chapupu; kuondoroka kunondiwira uye kunopupurira zvinondirwisa.
9 In his wrath he teareth me to pieces, and assaileth me: he gnasheth over me with his teeth; my adversary sendeth threatening looks at me.
Mwari anondirova uye anondibvambura mukutsamwa kwake, uye anondirumanyira meno ake; mudzivisi wangu anondidzvokorera meso ake anobaya.
10 They now open wide against me their mouth; reproachfully they smite my cheek: altogether do they assemble against me.
Vanhu vanoshamisa miromo yavo kuti vandiseke; vanondirova padama pakundimhura kwavo, uye vanobatana pamwe chete kuzondirwisa.
11 God hath surrendered me to the unjust, and cast me down into the hands of the wicked.
Mwari akandidzorera mumaoko avanhu vakaipa, uye akandikanda mumaoko avakashata.
12 I was at ease, but he hath crushed me; he hath also grasped me by the neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up unto himself as a mark;
Zvose zvakanga zvakanaka hazvo kwandiri, asi iye akandivhuna; akandibata napahuro akandipwanya-pwanya. Akandivavarira;
13 His archers encompass me round about; he cleaveth my reins sunder, and doth not pity; he poureth out upon the ground my gall;
vapfuri vake vemiseve vakandikomba. Anobaya itsvo dzangu asina tsitsi, uye anodururira nduru yangu pasi.
14 He breaketh me down with breach upon breach; he runneth against me like a mighty man.
Nguva nenguva anondirwisa; anondidzingirira somurwi.
15 Sackcloth have I sewed upon my skin, and my horn I roll in the dust.
“Ndakasona nguo dzamasaga kuti ndifukidze ganda rangu, uye ndaviga huma yangu muguruva.
16 My face gloweth from weeping, and on my eyelids resteth the shadow of death:
Chiso changu chatsvuka nokuchema, rima guru rakomberedza meso angu;
17 Not because any violence is in my hands, and while my prayer is pure.
asi zvazvo maoko angu haana kuita chisimba, uye munyengetero wangu wakachena.
18 Earth! do thou not cover up my blood, and let no place restrain my cry.
“Iwe nyika, rega kufukidza ropa rangu; kuchema kwangu ngakurege kuwana zororo!
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in the heavens, and one that testifieth for me is on high.
Kunyange iko zvino chapupu changu chiri kudenga; murevereri wangu ari kumusoro.
20 Are my friends my defenders? unto God my eye poureth out [its tears].
Murevereri wangu ndiye shamwari yangu, meso angu paanodurura misodzi kuna Mwari;
21 And oh that a man might plead with God, as one son of earth with the other!
anomira pachinzvimbo chomunhu achikumbira kuna Mwari, somunhu anokumbirira shamwari yake.
22 For when the numbered years are passed, then must I travel a path whence I cannot return.
“Makore mashoma bedzi asara, ndisati ndaenda parwendo rusingadzokwi.
