Job 17
1 My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
Ka mueihla he pat tih ka khohnin loh khum coeng, kai hamla coeng tih phuel om coeng.
2 Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
Ka taengah a omsasaipat pai moenih a? Te dongah amih koek ham khaw ka mik ah rhaeh pai saeh.
3 Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
Kai kah rhikhang he namah hamla khueh laeh. Anih te ulong ka kut dongla a khoom eh?
4 Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
Amih kah lungbuei te lungmingnah lamloh na khoem pah coeng. Te dongah na pomsang sak mahpawh.
5 He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
Khoyo la a hui a phoe vaengah a ca rhoek mik tah hma coeng.
6 He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
Kai he pilnam kah a thuidoek la n'khueh tih maelhmai dongkah timthoeihnah la ka om.
7 My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
Ka mik he konoinah neh hmang coeng tih ka pumrho he khokhawn bangla boeih om.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
Te dongah aka thuem khaw a pong sak tih lailak taengah ommongsitoe a haenghang sak.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
Tedae aka dueng loh amah longpuei te a tuuk vetih a kut cim khaw a thaa sai ni.
10 But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
Amih te boeih na mael sak uh coeng. Na pawk uh to cakhaw nangmih ah hlangcueih ka hmu mahpawh.
11 My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
Ka khohnin loh thok coeng. Ka thinko kah kohnek la ka poeknah mawth coeng.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Khoyin te khothaih la a khueh tih, a hmuep tom te vangnah neh a yoei sak.
Saelkhui te ka im bangla ka lamtawn tih, hmaisuep ah ka rhaenghmuen ka saelh. (Sheol h7585)
14 I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
Vaam taengah, “A pa nang,” ka ti nah tih a rhit taengah, “A nu neh ka ngannu,” ka ti nah coeng.
15 Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
Te dongah menim ka ngaiuepnah tih ka ngaiuepnah he unim aka mae?
