ಯೋಬನು 30
1 ೧ ಈಗಲಾದರೋ ನನಗಿಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕವಯಸ್ಸಿನವರು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಪರಿಹಾಸ್ಯಮಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ; ಇವರ ಹೆತ್ತವರನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಕುರಿ ಮಂದೆಯ ನಾಯಿಗಳ ಸಂಗಡ ಸೇರಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೂ ಉದಾಸಿನ ಮಾಡಿದೆನು.
“But now men who are younger than I am make fun of me— men whose fathers I greatly despised, with the result that I would not even have allowed them to help my dogs guard my sheep.
They were men who were old and (weak/worn out); so (what could I gain from them working for me?/I would have gained nothing from them working for me.) [RHQ]
They were very poor and hungry, with the result that they chewed on roots [at night] in dry and desolate places.
They pulled up plants in the desert [and ate them] and warmed themselves by [burning] the roots of broom trees.
Everyone shouted at them as though they were thieves and expelled them [from their areas].
6 ೬ ಅವರು ಭಯಂಕರವಾದ ತಗ್ಗುಗಳ ಸಂದುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವಾಸಿಸತಕ್ಕವರು, ಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿಯೂ, ಬಂಡೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಇರುವ ಗುಹೆಗಳೇ ಅವರ ಮನೆಗಳು.
They were forced to live in caves in the hills, in holes in the ground, and in the sides of cliffs.
In the bushes they howled [like animals because they were hungry], and they huddled together under thornbushes.
They were people without good sense, whose names no one knows; they have been expelled from the land [where they were born].
“And now their [children] sing songs to make fun of me. They tell jokes about me.
They are disgusted with me, and they [usually] stay away from me, [but when they see me, ] they are happy to spit in my face.
11 ೧೧ ದೇವರು ತಾನು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದ ಕಟ್ಟನ್ನು ಸಡಲಿಸಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಬಾಧಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವರನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾನೆ. ಅವರು ನನ್ನ ಎದುರಿನಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಕಡಿವಾಣವನ್ನು ಕಿತ್ತು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
Because [it is as though] [MET] God has cut my bowstring, [he has caused me to be unable to defend myself, ] and he has humbled me, and my enemies have done to me whatever they wanted.
12 ೧೨ ಆ ಕಲಹಗಾರರು ನನ್ನ ಬಲಗಡೆ ಎದ್ದು, ನನ್ನ ಕಾಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಹಿಂದಕ್ಕೆ ತಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾ ನನ್ನ ನಾಶಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಹೊಂಚು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
(Gangs/Groups of violent youths) attack me and force me to run away; they prepare to destroy me.
13 ೧೩ ಅವರು ನನ್ನ ದಾರಿಯನ್ನು ಕಡಿದು, ನನ್ನ ಉಪದ್ರವವನ್ನು ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ; ಅವರನ್ನು ಎದುರಿಸತಕ್ಕ ಸಹಾಯಕನು ಯಾರೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.
They prevent me from escaping, and they [do] not [need] anyone to help them (OR, there is no one to help me).
[It is as though I am a city wall and] [SIM] they have broken through the wall, and they have come crashing down on me.
15 ೧೫ ಅಪಾಯಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ತಿರುಗಿಬಿದ್ದು; ನನ್ನ ಮಾನವನ್ನು ಗಾಳಿಯಂತೆ ಹೊಡೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿವೆ; ನನ್ನ ಕ್ಷೇಮವು ಮೇಘದ ಹಾಗೆ ಹರಿದು ಹೋಯಿತು.
I am very terrified; My dignity/honor has been taken away as though [SIM] [it has been] blown away by the wind, and my prosperity has disappeared like [SIM] clouds disappear.
“And now I [SYN] am about to die [IDM]; I suffer every day.
My bones ache during the night, and the pain that torments me never stops.
[It is as though God] seizes my clothes and chokes me with the collar of my coat.
He has thrown me into the mud; I am [not worth anything more than] dust and ashes.
20 ೨೦ ಓ ದೇವರೇ ನಾನು ನಿನಗೆ ಮೊರೆಯಿಟ್ಟರೂ ನೀನು ಉತ್ತರಕೊಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಎದ್ದು ನಿಂತರೂ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿರುವಿ.
“I cry out to God, but he does not answer/help me; I stand up [and pray], but he does not pay any attention.
He acts very cruelly toward me; with all of his power [MTY] he causes me to suffer.
He [allows] the wind to lift me up and blow me away, and he tosses me up and down in a violent storm.
I know that he will cause me to die, which is what happens to everyone [MTY] who is alive.
“When people experience disasters, and they sit on a pile of ruins and cry out for help, others surely [RHQ] reach out their hand to help them.
[That is what I did previously]. I wept for people who were experiencing troubles, and I felt sorry for poor/needy people.
But when I expected good things [to happen to me], evil things happened; when I waited for light/happiness, all I experienced was darkness/unhappiness [MET].
I am very distressed [IDM], all the time; I suffer every day.
28 ೨೮ ಸಂತೈಸುವ ಸೂರ್ಯನಿಲ್ಲದೆ; ಮಂಕುಬಡಿದಂತೆ ಅಲೆಯುತ್ತಾ ಸಭೆಯ ಮಧ್ಯನಿಂತು ಅಂಗಲಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಸಂಘದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಅಂಗಲಾಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತೇನೆ.
I go about very discouraged; I stand up and plead for people to help me.
My wailing sounds as sad as [MET] the cries of jackals/foxes and ostriches.
My skin has become dark/black and is peeling off, and I have a fever [which causes my body to feel like it is] burning.
Previously, I played joyful music on my harp and with my flute, but now I play only the sad music of those who mourn.”
