Job 17
1 My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
Hagi hanavenimo'a evuramigeno, knani'amo'a eme upa nehigeno, vahe'ma asente matimo'a navega anteno me'ne.
2 Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
Hagi nagri'ma huhaviza hunenantaza vahe'mo'za nazeri kagi'za mani'ne'za, hunte'za ki'za zokago kea hunenantazage'na mani'ne'na nezmagoe.
3 Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
Hagi nagrira hazenkeni'a omneneanki, Anumzamoka naza huo. Na'ankure mago vahe'mo'a otino naza hugara osu'ne.
4 Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
Kagra antahintahizmia eriginke'za ama ana zana antahi amara nosaze. E'ina hu'negu zamatrege'za kefintira nazeri havizana hu'za nagateoreho.
5 He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
Zamagra'a knare zanku nentahi'za, aronezmia zamazeri haviza nehaze. E'ina hu'negu mofavrezimia zamatrege'za, zamagaku nehu'za friho.
6 He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
Hagi vahe amu'nompina Anumzamo'a nagrira nazeri kizazokago zankna higeno, vahe'mo'za navugosafina zamavetura ahenante'za vano nehaze.
7 My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
Hanki zavi'ma atoa zamo higeno navumo'a zorege'na, nagra oza'oza hu'na vahe amema'agna nehue.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
Hagi fatgo zamavu'zmava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'za ama anazama nege'za, antri hu'za zamagogogu nehazage'za, hazenke'zmima omne vahe'mo'za Anumzamofoma amage'ma nontaza vahera ha' renezmantaze.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
Ana nehu'za fatgo zamavu'zma'ma nehaza vahe'mo'za rukrahera osu, fatgo zamavu'zmavama nehaza vahe'mo'za zamavu'zmavara hu'za nevazageno, zamazampima pehena okamare maka zupa fatgo avu'ava'ma hu'zampina hage'za mareneri'za ome hankaveti'za nevaze.
10 But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
Hianagi mika'mota atreta rukrahe huta eho, tamagri amu'nompina knare antahi'zane vahera hakre'na eri forera osu'noe.
11 My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
Nagrira knani'a vagaregeno amuha zani'a omane. Ana higeno nagesama antahi'na hugahuema hu'na retroma hu'noa zamo'a amare eme vagare.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Hagi ama vahe'mo'za ferukura eri rukrahe hu'za kenagere nehu'za, kenagekura ferure hu'za nehu'za, hanintirima hiazankura masa hu'ne hu'za nehaze.
Nagra fri vahe kumapima tafe'ma hu'na hanintirima hu'nefima masoresina knare hisine. Hanki hanimpima tafeni'ama rutare'na masina masogeno'a, knare hisine. (Sheol h7585)
14 I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
Hagi fri vahe matiku'ma hu'na kagra nenfage nehu'na, hagirafagu'ma hu'na, kagra nenrerage hu'na huge, nensarogema huasina knare hisine.
15 Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
Hagi amuha zani'a iga me'ne? Iza amuha zani'a hakeno eri fore hugahie.
