Job 27
1 And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
Ka naʻe fai pe ʻe Siope ʻene lea mamafa, ʻo ne pehē,
2 God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty — He made my soul bitter.
“ʻI he moʻui ʻae ʻOtua, ʻaia ʻoku ne taʻefiefakamaauʻi au; mo e Māfimafi, kuo ne fakamamahiʻi hoku laumālie;
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
Lolotonga ʻoku ʻiate au ʻeku mānava, pea ʻi hoku avaʻi ihu ʻae mānava ʻae ʻOtua;
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
ʻE ʻikai lea ʻaki ʻae angahala ʻe hoku loungutu, pe lea ʻaki ʻae kākā ʻe hoku ʻelelo.
5 Pollution to me — if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
ʻE ʻikai ʻaupito te u fakatonuhiaʻi ʻakimoutolu: te u mate pē ka ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ʻeku angatonu meiate au.
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
ʻOku ou kuku maʻu ʻeku māʻoniʻoni, ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ia: ʻe ʻikai valokiʻi au ʻe hoku loto ʻi heʻeku moʻui ni.
7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
“Tuku ke tatau hoku fili mo e angahala, mo ia ʻoku angatuʻu kiate au ke tatau mo e taʻemāʻoniʻoni.
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
He neongo ʻene maʻumeʻa, ko e hā ʻae ʻamanaki ʻoe mālualoi, ʻoka toʻo atu ʻe he ʻOtua hono laumālie?
9 His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
ʻE ongoʻi ʻe he ʻOtua ʻa ʻene tangi ʻoka hoko ʻae mamahi kiate ia?
10 On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?
He te ne fakafiefiaʻi ia ʻi he Māfimafi? ʻE ui maʻuaipē ʻe ia ki he ʻOtua?
11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not.
Te u akonekina ʻakimoutolu ʻaki ʻae nima ʻoe ʻOtua: ʻe ʻikai te u fufū ʻaia ʻoku ʻi he Māfimafi.
12 Lo, ye — all of you — have seen, And why [is] this — ye are altogether vain?
“Vakai, kuo mamata ki ai ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē; pea ko e hā ʻoku mou launoa pehē ai fau?
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
Ko eni ʻae ʻinasi ʻoe tangata fai kovi mei he ʻOtua, mo e tofiʻa ʻe maʻu ʻe he kau fakamālohi mei he Māfimafi.
14 If his sons multiply — for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
Kapau ʻe fakatokolahiʻi ʻene fānau, ko e meʻa ia ki he heletā: pea ʻe ʻikai mākona ʻi he mā ʻa hono hako.
15 His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
Ko kinautolu ʻoku toe ʻiate ia, ʻe tanu ʻi he mate: pea ʻe ʻikai tangi ʻa hono ngaahi uaifi.
16 If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
Neongo ʻene fokotuʻu siliva ʻo hangē ko e efu, pea teuteu ʻae ngaahi kofu ʻo hangē ko e ʻumea;
17 He prepareth — and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
ʻE teuteu pe ʻe ia, ka ʻe ʻai ia ʻe he angatonu, pea ʻe vahevahe ʻae siliva ʻe he taʻeangahala.
18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
ʻOku langa ʻe ia hono fale ʻo hangē ko e ʻunufe, pea hangē ko e fale leʻo ʻoku langa hake ʻe he leʻo.
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
ʻE tokoto hifo ʻae tangata koloaʻia, ka ʻe ʻikai tānaki ia: ʻoku ne fakaʻā hono mata, pea ne ʻikai leva.
20 Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
ʻOku lōmekina ia ʻi he ilifia ʻo hangē ha vai, ʻoku kaihaʻasi ia ʻe he afā ʻi he pō.
21 Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
ʻOku ʻave ia ʻe he matangi hahake, pea ʻoku mole atu ia: pea hangē ko e afā ʻoku fakapuna ia mei hono potu.
22 And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
ʻE haʻaki ia kiate ia ʻo ʻikai taʻofi, ʻoku holi ia ke hao atu mei hono mālohi.
23 It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
Ka ʻe pasipasi ʻe ia hono nima kiate ia, ʻo seseʻe ia mei hono potu.
