Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Kahinkho hi kahechen tai, lhangphong tah in kiphin inge, kahin gentheina jeh a hi kiphin ding ahi.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Pathen koma ima hilouvin nei themmo sah hih in kati ding ahi. Keidouna mona eihin lhut khum peh ding chu nei seipeh in.
3 Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
Kei nei suhgenthei na chu ipi phatchomna naneijem? Nakhut monga nasemsa keihi ibola nei paidoh ham? Migilou thilgon chunga meheuva naumpet nahi.
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Namit teni hi mihemte mit tobang hija, mihem hon amuthei hou bou hi namu thei ham?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Nahinkho hi mihem hinkho chanbep bou saova ham? Nahinkho hi chomlheh jenga ham?
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
Hijeh chun kathemmo naho kintah in neikhol chil peh in lang chule kachonsetna nahol hol jeng ding ham?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
Themmona bei kahi nahet jeng vang'in nakhut teni a konin koiman eihuhdoh jou ponte.
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Nakhut tenia neigonna neisem ahijeng vang'in tun nei sumang hel tai.
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Leivuija konna neisem ahi, neigeldoh in lang, leivui nei nungso sah loi kit ding ham?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Nangin kathilgon hoa neipui hoijin, chule naobu a neigong in ahi.
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Katahsa leh kavunin neitomin, kagu le kachang ho neijop mat peh in,
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Nangin hinkho neipen chule nangailutna thonlou neimu sah in; ame hoidamna noija kahinkho neihoitup peh e.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
Ahijeng vang'in nachaloh dan adih tah, nathilgon dihtah ho,
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Nangin neivet lhih jinga chule kachonsetna ahileh kachonsetna chu nei ngaidam pon nate.
15 If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
Kachonset khah a ahileh keija dinga phamo lheh jeng ahin, chule nolna bei hijeng jong leng kalu kadomsang theipoi. Ajeh chu jachatna leh gentheinan eikidip letset e.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Ijem tin kalu domsang taleng, nangin keipi bahkai sadel bangin neidellin natin, keidouna a kichat tijat naumna nathanei nachuneimu sah bep ding ahi.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Kei douna a nanatoh chu avel vellin nahet tohsah jin, nalung hanna khang toujing chun kachunga neisun khumin chule kei dou dingin sepai hon thah thah nahin puilut ji'e.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
Chuti chu ahileh ipi dinga kanu naobua konna nei lahdoh ham? Kapenna chu ipi dinga nei thiden sah lou ham?
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Chutile ahung peng khalou hel kabah a naobua konna jangkeija lhahkhuh anache tadinga,
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Keiman nikho lhomcha bou kanei ahitan hijeh chun kachangin nei dalha tan phat chomcha khat beh nopsahna phat kanei nadingin,
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
Kile kit lou dinga kadalhah a khojin le muthim lhangkhal kiheh nagam kajot masangin,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
Jan khangkim lai banga khojin nagam muthim leh nohphah nagam, khovah jeng jong jan khang kim lai khojin toh abah nagam chu!
