Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
Le hoe ty natoi’ Iobe:
2 "I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.
Fa maro ty entañe tsinanoko hoe Izay, songa mpañohò mahamonjetse.
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
Tsy higadom-bao o reha-kafoakeo? ke inoñe ty manigik’azo hanoiñe?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
Mete ho nivolambolañe manahake anahareo iraho, naho nifandimbe toetse o tron-tikañeo, mete ho nanoitoim-bolañe ama’ areo, vaho nikofikofihako loha.
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
Ho nampahaozare’ ty vavako nahareo, vaho nampanintsiña’ ty fihetsen-tsoñiko.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
Fe ndra te mivolan-draho, tsy mikepake ty hasotriako, hahamaivañ’ ahy hao te mifoneñe.
7 But now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.
Fe nimokore’e iraho henaneo, fa nahabangý o mpiamako iabio irehe,
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
Nampiforejeje ahiko irehe, valolombelo amako izay; Mionjoñe amako ato ty faifoifoko, ie oniñe an-tareheko.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
Nirimita’ ty haviñera’e, mitan-kabò amako, nialia’e vazañe; nabohiri’ i Rafelahikoy amako o fihaino’eo.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
Nampibolobea-palie amako, tinakapi’ iareo amañ’inje ty fifiko, le nihimpok’ amako.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
Toe nasesen’Añahare amo raty tserekeo iraho, mbore navokovoko’e am-pità’ o tsy vokatseo.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
Nierañeran-draho, fe nampivaletrahe’e. Ginore’e am-bozoko vaho hinotohoto’e, mbore najado’e ho fanolarañe.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
Miarikoboñe ahy o mpitàm-pale’eo, tseratserahe’e, abenta’e tsy aman-tretre o tsapa-voakoo, vaho adoandoa’e an-tane eo o aferokoo.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
Boroboñake atovom-boroboñake ty niboroboñaha’e ahy; hoe fanalohaly t’ie mañoridañe.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
Nitrebehako gony ty holiko, vaho napoko an-deboke ao ty tsifako.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
Nampandofiry ty tareheko o tañikoo, an-koli-masoko eo ty talinjon-kavilasy;
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
ndra te tsy aman-tsenge hery o tañakoo, mbore malio o halalikoo.
18 "Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
O ry tane; ko lembefa’o ty lioko, le ko mea’o fitofàñe o toreokoo.
19 Even now, look, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
Ie amy zao hehe te an-dikerañe ao i valolombelokoy, ambone ao i Mpañalañalakoy.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
Mikizak’ahy o rañekoo, i Andrianañahare ty fitsopaha’ o masokoo.
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.
Ehe t’ie nimpañalañalañe añivo’ ondatio naho i Andrianañahare, manahake ty ana’ondaty aman-drañe’e.
22 For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
Aa ie añe ty taoñe tsy ampeampe, le hionjomb’an-dalañe tsy impolian-draho.
