Job 14
1 “Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
“Ko e tangata kuo fanauʻi ʻe he fefine, ʻoku siʻi pe hono ngaahi ʻaho, pea fonu ʻi he mamahi.
2 He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.
ʻOku tupu hake ia ʻo hangē ko e fisiʻi ʻakau, pea tuʻusi hifo: ʻoku puna foki ia ʻo hangē ko e ʻatā, ʻo ʻikai nofomaʻu.
3 Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?
Pea ʻoku ke fofonga ʻa ki ha taha pehē, mo ke ʻomi au ke fakamaau mo koe?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.
Ko hai te ne faʻa ʻomi ʻae maʻa mei he taʻemaʻa? ʻIkai ha taha.
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass.
He kuo tukupau hono ngaahi ʻaho, ko e lau ʻo hono ngaahi māhina ʻoku ʻiate koe, kuo ke tuʻutuʻu ni hono fakangatangata ʻe ʻikai te ne toloiʻi;
6 Look away from him, that he may rest, until he accomplishes, as a hireling, his day.
“Afe atu meiate ia, ka ne mālōlō, kaeʻoua ke ne fakakakato hono ʻaho ʻo hangē ha ngāue unga.
7 “For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.
He ʻoku ʻamanaki ki he ʻakau, ʻo kapau ʻe tā hifo ia, ki heʻene toe tupu hake, pea ʻe ʻikai ʻosi hono huli ʻo ia.
8 Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground,
Neongo ʻae fakaʻaʻau ke motuʻa hono aka ʻi he kelekele, pea mate hono sino ʻi he efu;
9 yet through the scent of water it will bud, and sprout boughs like a plant.
Ka ʻi he nanamu ʻoe vai ʻe toe tupu ia, ʻo tupu ai ʻae ngaahi vaʻa ʻo hangē ha ʻakau.
10 But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
Ka ʻoku mate pē ʻae tangata, ʻo fakaʻaʻau ke ʻosi: ʻio, ʻoku fononga ʻae tangata, pea kofaʻā ia?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,
ʻO hangē ʻoku mole ʻae ngaahi vai mei he tahi, pea matuʻu ʻo mōmoa ʻae ngaahi vaitafe:
12 so man lies down and doesn’t rise. Until the heavens are no more, they will not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.
ʻOku pehē ʻoku tokoto hifo ʻae tangata, pea ʻikai toetuʻu: ʻe ʻikai te nau ʻa pē tuʻu mei heʻenau mohe, kaeʻoua ke mole ʻae ngaahi langi.
13 “Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“Taumaiā te ke fufū au ʻi he faʻitoka, ʻo ke fakafufū au, kaeʻoua ke mole atu ho houhau, mo ke kotofa hoku ʻaho, ʻo manatuʻi au. (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man dies, will he live again? I would wait all the days of my warfare, until my release should come.
Kapau ʻe mate ʻae tangata, ʻe toe moʻui ia? Ko e ngaahi ʻaho kotoa pē kuo kotofa kiate au te u tatali ai, kaeʻoua ke hoko hoku liliu.
15 You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire for the work of your hands.
Te ke ui, pea te u talia koe: he te ke holi ki he ngāue ʻa ho nima.
16 But now you count my steps. Don’t you watch over my sin?
Ka ko eni, kuo ke lau ʻeku ngaahi laka: ʻikai ʻoku ke vakai ki heʻeku angahala?
17 My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
Kuo fakamaʻu ʻeku kovi ʻi ha tangai, pea ʻoku ke tuitui ai ʻeku hia.
18 “But the mountain falling comes to nothing. The rock is removed out of its place.
“ʻO hangē ʻoku fakaʻaʻau ʻo ngata ʻae moʻunga kuo tō, pea ʻoku hiki ʻae fuʻu maka mei hono potu.
19 The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.
ʻO hangē ʻoku holo ʻe he vai ʻae ngaahi maka: pea tāfea ʻo mole ʻae ngaahi meʻa ʻoku tupu ʻi he kelekele ʻoe fonua; ʻoku pehē hoʻo fakaʻauha ʻae ʻamanaki ʻae tangata.
20 You forever prevail against him, and he departs. You change his face, and send him away.
ʻOku ke mālohi maʻuaipē kiate ia, pea ʻoku mole ia: ʻoku ke liliu hono mata mo ke fekau ia ke ʻalu.
21 His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it. They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them.
ʻOku hoko ʻo ongoongo hono ngaahi foha, ka ʻoku ʻikai te ne ʻilo; pea ʻoku fakavaivai hifo ʻakinautolu, ka ʻoku ʻikai te ne mamata ai.
22 But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”
Ka ko hono kakano ʻoku ʻiate ia ʻe langa, pea ʻe mamahi mo hono laumālie ʻi loto ʻiate ia.”
