Job 24
1 Wherefore, since from the Almighty times are not hid, have, his knowing ones, no vision of his days?
Tsy mikafitse amy El-Sadai o sa-o, Akore te tsy mahaoniñe o andro’eo o mahafohiñe azeo?
2 Boundaries, men move back, flocks, they seize and consume;
Ao ty mameve vorovoro: ie mitavañe naho mampibotseke lia-raike.
3 The ass of the fatherless, they drive off, they take in pledge the ox of the widow;
Roahe’ iareo añe ty borìkem-bode-rae, vaho rambese’ iereo ho tsoake ty vosi’ i vantotsey.
4 They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.
Ampisitahe’ iereo amy lalañey ty poie’e; mitrao-pietake o rarake an-tane atoio.
5 Lo! [as] wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;
Hehe te hoe borìke-ly an-dratraratra añe ty irembea’ iareo mitsindroke; hera hamahan-kaneñe amo ana’eo ty fatrambey.
6 In the field—a man’s fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;
Tatahe’ iereo ze haneñe an-kivok’ ao, vaho timpone’ iereo ty an-tanem-bahen-do-tserek’ ao.
7 Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;
Miboridañe t’ie mialeñe, tsy aman-tsaroñe, tsy amam-bodo amy hanintsiñey.
8 With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.
Len-oram-bohitse iereo, vihineñe ty lamilamy amy t’ie tsy amam-pipalirañe.
9 Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;
Eo ty mitavam-bode-rae am-patroa vaho andrambesan-tsoak’ ty rarake.
10 Naked, they go about without clothing, and, famished, they carry the sheaves;
Ampandenàñe tsy aman-tsikiñe ty miboridañe, tavane’ iareo ty taho’ o salikoeñeo,
11 Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;
ie mamboatse menake an-kijoly ao; mandia am-piriritan-divay, f’ie maran-drano.
12 Out of the city—out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.
Miñeoñeoñe an-drova ao ondatio, mikoiake ty fiai’ o fereo; f’ie tsy anesehan’ Añahare hagegeañe.
13 They, have become rebels against the light, —they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.
Mpiamo mpiola amo hazavàñeo, tsy fohi’ iareo o sata’eo, tsy imoneña’ iareo o lala’eo.
14 With the light, riseth the murderer, He slayeth the poor and needy, And, in the night, he becometh like a thief.
Mitroatse te mazava i mpañoho-dozay, hanjevoa’e o rarakeo naho o poie’eo, ie haleñe manao malaso.
15 And, the eye of the adulterer, watcheth for the evening twilight, saying, Not an eye will see me! A covering for the face, he putteth on;
Mandiñe mielizava ty masom-panao havambañe, hoe re: tsy honiñam-pihaino, mbore honohonoe’e ty tarehe’e.
16 He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, —By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;
Ie añ’ieñe ro mampigorabak’ anjomba, antoandro migabeñe ao: tsy fohi’ iereo ty hazavàñe.
17 For, in the case of all such, morning to them is the death-shade, For, to be recognised, is a death-shade terror.
Talinjom-piantantiritse ama’e ty maraindray: mahazats’ aze ty fampangebahebahan- kamoromoroñañe.
18 Swift is he on the face of the waters, Speedily vanished their share in the land, He turneth not to the way of the vineyards.
Vore mikafo an-drano eo iereo; fatra an-tane ty anjara’e, tsy itsileañe ty mb’an-tanem-bahe’e.
Mamotseke ranom-panala ty tariñandroke naho ty hain-tane: Izay ka ty kibory amo manan-tahiñeo. (Sheol h7585)
20 Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.
Handikok’ aze i hoviñey; an-kaehake ty fihinanan’ oletse aze ampara’ te tsy tiahy ka: ie pozaheñe hoe hatae i lo-tserekey.
21 He oppresseth the barren who beareth not, and, to the widow, he doeth not good;
Joie’e i betsiterakey, tsy soa’e ty vantotse.
22 Yea he draggeth along the mighty by his strength, He riseth up, and none hath assurance of life;
Kozozote’e amañ-ozatse ty fanalolahy; mitroatse re le iatoa’ ia ty havelo’e.
23 It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.
Tolora’e fañarovañe, le iatoa’iareo; mbore jilove’e o lala’iareoo.
24 They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.
Onjoneñe betebeteke iereo, naho mifiotse añe; afotsake naho atontoñe ao manahake o ila’e iabio; vaho miheatse hoe t’ie lengom-boto-tsako.
25 But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?
Aa naho tsy Izay, ia ty hamente t’ie mavande hampikoake i entakoy?
