Job 17
1 Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
Moyo wangu umevunjika, siku zangu zimefupishwa, kaburi linaningojea.
2 Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
Hakika wenye mizaha wamenizunguka; macho yangu yamebaki kutazama uadui wao.
3 Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
“Ee Mungu, nipe dhamana unayodai. Ni nani mwingine atakayeweka dhamana kwa ajili yangu?
4 Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
Umezifunga akili zao zisipate ufahamu, kwa hiyo hutawaacha wapate ushindi.
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
Kama mtu akiwashutumu rafiki zake ili apate ujira, macho ya watoto wake yatashindwa kuona.
6 He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
“Mungu amenifanya kitu cha dhihaka kwa kila mtu, mtu ambaye watu humtemea mate usoni.
7 Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
Macho yangu yamefifia kwa ajili ya majonzi; umbile langu lote ni kama kivuli.
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
Watu wanyofu wanatishwa na hili; watu wasio na hatia wanasimama dhidi ya wasiomcha Mungu.
9 And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
Hata hivyo, waadilifu watazishika njia zao, nao wale wenye mikono safi wataendelea kupata nguvu.
10 Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
“Lakini ninyi njooni, ninyi nyote, jaribuni tena! Sitampata mtu mwenye hekima miongoni mwenu.
11 My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
Siku zangu zimepita, mipango yangu imevunjika, vivyo hivyo shauku za moyo wangu.
12 Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
Watu hawa hufanya usiku kuwa mchana, kwenye giza wao husema, ‘Mwanga u karibu.’
13 If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
Kama nyumba pekee ninayoitarajia ni kaburi, kama nikikitandika kitanda changu gizani, (Sheol h7585)
14 Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
kama nikiuambia uharibifu, ‘Wewe u baba yangu,’ na kuliambia buu, ‘Wewe u mama yangu’ au ‘Dada yangu,’
15 Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
liko wapi basi tarajio langu? Ni nani awezaye kuona tarajio lolote kwa ajili yangu?
