< Job 17 >
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Moyo wangu umevunjika, siku zangu zimefupishwa, kaburi linaningojea.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
Hakika wenye mizaha wamenizunguka; macho yangu yamebaki kutazama uadui wao.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
“Ee Mungu, nipe dhamana unayodai. Ni nani mwingine atakayeweka dhamana kwa ajili yangu?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
Umezifunga akili zao zisipate ufahamu, kwa hiyo hutawaacha wapate ushindi.
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Kama mtu akiwashutumu rafiki zake ili apate ujira, macho ya watoto wake yatashindwa kuona.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit.
“Mungu amenifanya kitu cha dhihaka kwa kila mtu, mtu ambaye watu humtemea mate usoni.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
Macho yangu yamefifia kwa ajili ya majonzi; umbile langu lote ni kama kivuli.
8 Upright men shall be appalled at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Watu wanyofu wanatishwa na hili; watu wasio na hatia wanasimama dhidi ya wasiomcha Mungu.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Hata hivyo, waadilifu watazishika njia zao, nao wale wenye mikono safi wataendelea kupata nguvu.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
“Lakini ninyi njooni, ninyi nyote, jaribuni tena! Sitampata mtu mwenye hekima miongoni mwenu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Siku zangu zimepita, mipango yangu imevunjika, vivyo hivyo shauku za moyo wangu.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Watu hawa hufanya usiku kuwa mchana, kwenye giza wao husema, ‘Mwanga u karibu.’
13 If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol )
Kama nyumba pekee ninayoitarajia ni kaburi, kama nikikitandika kitanda changu gizani, (Sheol )
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
kama nikiuambia uharibifu, ‘Wewe u baba yangu,’ na kuliambia buu, ‘Wewe u mama yangu’ au ‘Dada yangu,’
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
liko wapi basi tarajio langu? Ni nani awezaye kuona tarajio lolote kwa ajili yangu?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust. (Sheol )
Je, litashuka chini hadi kwenye malango ya mauti? Je, tutashuka pamoja mavumbini?” (Sheol )