Jòb 17
1 “Lespri m fin kase. Jou m yo etenn; tonbo a pare pou mwen.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2 Anverite mokè yo avè m, e zye m fikse sou pwovokasyon yo.
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3 “Depoze la koulye a, yon sekirite. Kanpe kon garanti mwen, ak Ou menm. Se kilès ki kab antann avè m?
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4 Paske Ou te anpeche kè yo konprann; pou sa, ou pa p egzalte yo.
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5 Sila ki enfòme kont zanmi li yo pou piyaj la, menm zye pitit li yo va vin gate.
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 “Men Li te fè m vin tounen yon vye pwovèb pou pèp la. Konsa, yo vin krache sou figi m.
He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7 Anplis, zye m vin pa wè klè akoz doulè m, e tout nanm mwen tankou lonbraj.
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8 Moun ladwati va byen twouble ak sa, e linosan an va leve li menm kont enkwayan yo.
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9 Malgre, moun dwat la va kenbe chemen li e sila ki gen men pwòp yo va vin pi fò e pi fò.
Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 Men nou tout, retounen; malgre mwen pa twouve yon nonm saj pami nou.
But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11 Jou pa m yo fin pase, plan mwen yo vin chire nèt, menm dezi a kè mwen yo.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
12 Yo fè lannwit mwen vin sanble lajounen. Yo di ‘limyè a toupre’ lè tout se fènwa.
They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 Si mwen kriye a fòs tonbo a: ‘Se ou ki papa m’; epi a vè a: “Ou se manman m ak sè m’;
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15 Alò, koulye a, se kibò espwa mwen ye? Epi se kilès k ap okipe espwa m?
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
