Job 27
1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
Ka naʻe fai pe ʻe Siope ʻene lea mamafa, ʻo ne pehē,
2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
“ʻI he moʻui ʻae ʻOtua, ʻaia ʻoku ne taʻefiefakamaauʻi au; mo e Māfimafi, kuo ne fakamamahiʻi hoku laumālie;
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
Lolotonga ʻoku ʻiate au ʻeku mānava, pea ʻi hoku avaʻi ihu ʻae mānava ʻae ʻOtua;
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
ʻE ʻikai lea ʻaki ʻae angahala ʻe hoku loungutu, pe lea ʻaki ʻae kākā ʻe hoku ʻelelo.
5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
ʻE ʻikai ʻaupito te u fakatonuhiaʻi ʻakimoutolu: te u mate pē ka ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ʻeku angatonu meiate au.
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
ʻOku ou kuku maʻu ʻeku māʻoniʻoni, ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ia: ʻe ʻikai valokiʻi au ʻe hoku loto ʻi heʻeku moʻui ni.
7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
“Tuku ke tatau hoku fili mo e angahala, mo ia ʻoku angatuʻu kiate au ke tatau mo e taʻemāʻoniʻoni.
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
He neongo ʻene maʻumeʻa, ko e hā ʻae ʻamanaki ʻoe mālualoi, ʻoka toʻo atu ʻe he ʻOtua hono laumālie?
9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
ʻE ongoʻi ʻe he ʻOtua ʻa ʻene tangi ʻoka hoko ʻae mamahi kiate ia?
10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
He te ne fakafiefiaʻi ia ʻi he Māfimafi? ʻE ui maʻuaipē ʻe ia ki he ʻOtua?
11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
Te u akonekina ʻakimoutolu ʻaki ʻae nima ʻoe ʻOtua: ʻe ʻikai te u fufū ʻaia ʻoku ʻi he Māfimafi.
12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
“Vakai, kuo mamata ki ai ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē; pea ko e hā ʻoku mou launoa pehē ai fau?
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
Ko eni ʻae ʻinasi ʻoe tangata fai kovi mei he ʻOtua, mo e tofiʻa ʻe maʻu ʻe he kau fakamālohi mei he Māfimafi.
14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
Kapau ʻe fakatokolahiʻi ʻene fānau, ko e meʻa ia ki he heletā: pea ʻe ʻikai mākona ʻi he mā ʻa hono hako.
15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
Ko kinautolu ʻoku toe ʻiate ia, ʻe tanu ʻi he mate: pea ʻe ʻikai tangi ʻa hono ngaahi uaifi.
16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
Neongo ʻene fokotuʻu siliva ʻo hangē ko e efu, pea teuteu ʻae ngaahi kofu ʻo hangē ko e ʻumea;
17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
ʻE teuteu pe ʻe ia, ka ʻe ʻai ia ʻe he angatonu, pea ʻe vahevahe ʻae siliva ʻe he taʻeangahala.
18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
ʻOku langa ʻe ia hono fale ʻo hangē ko e ʻunufe, pea hangē ko e fale leʻo ʻoku langa hake ʻe he leʻo.
19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
ʻE tokoto hifo ʻae tangata koloaʻia, ka ʻe ʻikai tānaki ia: ʻoku ne fakaʻā hono mata, pea ne ʻikai leva.
20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
ʻOku lōmekina ia ʻi he ilifia ʻo hangē ha vai, ʻoku kaihaʻasi ia ʻe he afā ʻi he pō.
21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
ʻOku ʻave ia ʻe he matangi hahake, pea ʻoku mole atu ia: pea hangē ko e afā ʻoku fakapuna ia mei hono potu.
22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
ʻE haʻaki ia kiate ia ʻo ʻikai taʻofi, ʻoku holi ia ke hao atu mei hono mālohi.
23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
Ka ʻe pasipasi ʻe ia hono nima kiate ia, ʻo seseʻe ia mei hono potu.
