Job 30
1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
“Ka ko eni, ʻoku manukiʻi au ʻekinautolu ʻoku mui ʻiate au, ka ko ʻenau ngaahi tamai ʻanautolu ne u fehiʻa ke lau fakataha mo e fanga kulī ʻo ʻeku ngaahi fanga manu.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
ʻIo, ʻe ʻaonga fēfē kiate au ʻae mālohi ʻa honau nima, ka kuo ʻauha ʻenau motuʻa lelei?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Ko e meʻa ʻi he masiva mo e honge naʻa nau ʻi he fakapoʻuli ʻo hangē ko e pō; ʻo feholaki ki he toafa kuo masiva mo siʻaki.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
Naʻa nau tuʻusi ʻae ngaahi ʻakau kona, pea keli aka ke nau kai.
5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
Naʻe kapusi ʻakinautolu mei he kakai, (pea naʻa nau kalanga ki ai ʻo hangē ki ha kaihaʻa; )
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Ke nau nofo ʻi he ngaahi lilifa ʻoe luo, ʻi he ngaahi ʻana ʻoe fonua, mo e ngaahi maka.
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
Naʻa nau tangi mei he ngaahi ʻakau, pea nau fakataha ʻi lalo ʻi he ngaahi ʻakau talatala.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
Ko e fānau ʻae kau vale, ko e hako ʻoe kakai meʻa vale; naʻe kapusi ʻakinautolu mei he fonua.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
“Ka ko eni, kuo u hoko au ko ʻenau hivehivaʻanga, ʻio, ko ʻenau lea manukiʻanga au.
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
ʻOku nau fakaliliʻa kiate au, pea nau hola mamaʻo ʻiate au, pea ʻikai te nau manavahē ke ʻaʻanu ki hoku mata.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Ko e meʻa ʻi heʻene vete ʻeku afo, ʻo tautea au, ko ia kuo nau tukuange ai foki ʻae noʻo ʻi hoku ʻao.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
ʻOku tutuʻu ʻae kau talavou ʻi hoku toʻomataʻu; ʻoku nau tekeʻi hoku vaʻe, pea ʻoku nau fokotuʻu hake ʻo angatuʻu kiate au ʻae ngaahi hala ʻo honau fakaʻauha.
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
ʻOku nau maumauʻi hoku hala, ʻoku nau fiefia ʻi heʻeku mamahi, ʻoku ʻikai hanau tokoni.
14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
Naʻa nau feʻohofi mai ʻo hangē ʻi ha potu fālahi: pea ʻi he maumau naʻa nau filifilihi ʻakinautolu kiate au.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Kuo tō kiate au ʻae ngaahi ilifia: ʻoku nau tuli hoku laumālie ʻo hangē ko e matangi: pea ʻoku mole atu ʻeku lelei ʻo hangē ko e ʻao.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
“Pea ko eni, kuo lilingi hoku laumālie ʻiate au; kuo puke au ʻe he ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe mamahi.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
ʻOku mahuhuhuhu ʻa hoku ngaahi hui ʻi he poʻuli: pea ʻoku ʻikai ke mālōlō siʻi hoku ngaahi uoua.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Kuo fetongi hoku kofu ʻe he mālohi lahi: ʻoku ne nonoʻo takatakai au ʻo hangē ko e kia ʻo hoku kofutuʻa.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Kuo ne lī au ki he pelepela, pea kuo u tatau mo e efu mo e efuefu.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
ʻOku ou tangi kiate koe, ka ʻoku ʻikai te ke ongoʻi au: ʻoku ou tuʻu hake, ka ʻoku ʻikai te ke tokangaʻi au.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Kuo ke liliu ʻo taʻeʻofa kiate au: ʻoku ke tuʻu kiate au ʻaki ho nima mālohi.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
ʻOku ke ʻohake au ki he matangi mo ke fakaheka au ki ai, pea ʻoku ke veteki ʻeku meʻa.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
He ʻoku ou ʻilo pau te ke ʻomi au ki he mate, pea ki he fale kuo tuʻutuʻuni ki he kakai moʻui kotoa pē.
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
“Ka ʻe ʻikai te ne mafao atu hono nima ki he faʻitoka, neongo ʻoku nau tangi ʻi heʻene fakaʻauha.
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
ʻIkai naʻaku tēngihia ia ʻaia naʻe mamahi? ʻIkai naʻe mamahi hoku laumālie koeʻuhi ko e masiva?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
ʻI heʻeku ʻamanaki ki he lelei, naʻe hoko mai ʻae kovi: pea ʻi heʻeku tatali ki he maama, ne hoko mai ʻae fakapoʻuli.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Naʻe lili hoku fatu, ʻo ʻikai toka: naʻe taʻofi au ʻe he ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe mamahi.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Naʻaku ʻalu mamahi pe ʻi he taʻeulo ʻae laʻā; ne u tuʻu hake ʻo tangi ʻi he fakataha.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Ko e tokoua au ʻoe fanga talākoni, mo e kaumeʻa ʻoe fanga lulu.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Kuo ʻuliʻuli hoku kili ʻiate au, pea kuo velehia hoku ngaahi hui ʻi he ʻafu.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Kuo liliu ʻeku haʻape ko e tangi, pea ko ʻeku meʻa ifi ko e leʻo ʻokinautolu ʻoku tangi.
