Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, and my days are over; the grave is ready for me.
Mweya wangu waputsika, mazuva angu aitwa mashoma, guva rakandimirira.
2 Surely there are mockers with me; my eye must always see their provocation.
Zvirokwazvo vaseki vakandipoteredza; meso angu anofanira kuramba akatarisa ruvengo rwavo.
3 Give now a pledge, be a guarantee for me with yourself; who else is there who will help me?
“Ndipei, imi Mwari, chitsidzo chamunoda. Ndianiko achandiisira rubatso?
4 For you, God, have kept their hearts from understanding; therefore, you will not exalt them over me.
Makapofumadza ndangariro dzavo pakunzwisisa; naizvozvo hamungavatenderi kukunda.
5 He who denounces his friends for a reward, the eyes of his children will fail.
Kana munhu akaramba shamwari dzake nokuda kwomubayiro, meso avana vake achapofumara.
6 But he has made me a byword of the people; they spit in my face.
“Mwari akandiita shumo kuvanhu vose, munhu anopfirwa mate kumeso kwake navanhu.
7 My eye is also dim because of sorrow; all my body parts are as thin as shadows.
Meso angu aneta nokuchema; muviri wangu wose wangova mumvuri zvawo.
8 Upright men will be stunned by this; the innocent man will stir himself up against godless men.
Vanhu vakarurama vanokatyamadzwa nazvo; vasina mhaka vachamukira vasingadi Mwari.
9 The righteous man will keep to his way; he who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.
Kunyange zvakadaro, vakarurama vachabatirira panzira dzavo, uye vana maoko akachena vachanyanya kusimba.
10 But as for you all, come on now; I will not find a wise man among you.
“Asi uyai, imi mose, edzaizve! Handingawani murume ane uchenjeri pakati penyu.
11 My days are past; my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
Mazuva angu apfuura, urongwa hwangu hwaparadzwa, saizvozvowo zvishuvo zvomwoyo wangu.
12 These people, these mockers, change the night into day; light is near to darkness.
Vanhu ava vanoshandura usiku kuti huve masikati; mukati merima ivo vanoti, ‘Chiedza chiri pedyo.’
13 If the only home I hope for is Sheol; and if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
Kana musha wandinotarisira uri guva chete, kana ndikawaridzira mubhedha wangu murima, (Sheol h7585)
14 and if I have said to the pit, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'You are my mother or my sister,'
kana ndikati kuuori, ‘Ndiwe baba vangu,’ nokuhonye ndikati, ‘Ndiwe mai vangu’ kana ‘Hanzvadzi yangu,’
15 where then is my hope? As for my hope, who can see any?
ko, tariro yangu iripi zvino? Ndianiko angaona tariro yangu?
