Job 13
1 Lo, all — hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
Khenah, hae hmuennawk hae ka mik mah hnuk boeh; ka naa mah thaih moe, panoek boeh.
2 According to your knowledge I have known — also I. I am not fallen more than you.
Na panoek ih hmuen to, ka panoek toeng; nang pongah ka hnaem kue ai.
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
Toe Thacak Sithaw khaeah ka thuih moe, Sithaw hoi angaek hanah ka koeh.
4 And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought — all of you,
Toe nangcae loe amsawnlok thui kami, tidoeh avang ai siboi ah ni na oh o.
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Lok apae ai ah na oh o duem nahaeloe, nangmacae palunghahaih ah om tih.
6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
Ka thuih han ih lok to tahngai oh loe, pahni hoiah ka thuih han ih lok hae tahngai oh.
7 For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
Sithaw kasae na thuih o han maw? Anih to na ling o han maw?
8 His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Anih mikhmai maw na khet o han? Sithaw han lok na aek pae o han maw?
9 Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
Anih mah ang khet o naah hoih, tiah thui tih maw? Kami aling baktiah Sithaw to aling thai maw?
10 He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
Tamquta hoi mikhmai na khet o nahaeloe, anih mah na thuitaek o tih.
11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
A lensawkhaih loe nang han zitthok ai maw? Anih zit thohhaih na nuiah krah mak ai maw?
12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Nangcae panoek thaihaih loe maiphu baktiah ni oh, nangcae abuephaih ahmuen doeh long hoiah sak ih abuephaih ah ni oh.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
Anghngai o duem ah, lok ka thuih han vop; to pacoengah kawbaktih hmuen doeh ka nuiah pha nasoe.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Toe kai loe ka ngan hae kaek moe, ka hinghaih hae ban hoi ka sin han.
15 Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
Anih mah kai na hum cadoeh, a nuiah oephaih ka tawn vop tih; a hmaa ah zae loihhaih lok to ka thuih han vop.
16 Also — He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
Anih loe kai pahlonghaih ah om tih; amoek kaminawk loe a hmaa ah angzo o mak ai.
17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
Ka lok hae palung tang hoi tahngai oh; ka thuih ih lok hae naa patueng oh.
18 Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Khenah, vaihi kaimah kawng taphong hanah ka oh coek, ka zaehaih loih tih boeh, tiah ka panoek.
19 Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Mi mah maw kai hae zaehaih net tang tih? To tiah zaehaih na net nahaeloe, lok apae ai ah kang hngai duem moe, ka duek halat han boeh.
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
Hmuen hnetto khue ni kang hnik; nang paek nahaeloe na hmaa hoiah kang hawk ving mak ai.
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
Kai khae hoi na ban to azuk ving ah, na zitthohhaih hoiah na pazih hmah.
22 And call Thou, and I — I answer, Or — I speak, and answer Thou me.
To pacoengah na kawk ah, kang pathim han; to tih ai boeh loe kai ka thuih hmaloe han, to pacoengah nang mah pathim ah.
23 How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
Ka sakpazaehaih hoi zaehaih nazetto maw oh? Ka sakpazaehaih hoi ka zaehaih to na patuek ah.
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
Tipongah mikhmai na hawk moe, na misa ah nang suek loe?
25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
Takhi mah hmuh ih thingqam to na zit maw? Kangqo thingqam to na patom han maw?
26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
Kakhaa parai ka zaehaih to na pakuem moe, thendoeng nathuem ah ka sak ih zaehaih atho to vaihi kai han nang tongsak boeh.
27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
Ka khok ah thlong nang thuk moe, ka caehhaih loklamnawk boih to na khet; ka cawh ih khokkong doeh na parui boih.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
To tiah raihaih tongh kami loe, kaqong hmuen baktih, karaa mah caak ih laihaw kaprawn baktiah, thazok moe, anghmat zuep boeh.
