Hopa 17
1 Kua pau toku manawa, moti rawa oku ra, kua rite te urupa moku.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2 He pono he hunga tawai enei kei ahau, a kei roto tonu toku kanohi i a ratou whakakarangitanga.
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3 Tena ra, homai he punga ko koe tonu hei whakakapi turanga moku; ko wai hei papaki ringa ki ahau?
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4 Kua huna hoki e koe to ratou ngakau kei mohio; na reira e kore koe e whakaneke ake i a ratou.
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5 Ko te tangata e whaki ana i ona hoa, he mea mo te utu, ko nga kanohi tonu o ana tamariki e hemo.
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 Kua meinga hoki ahau e ia hei hahani ma nga iwi; a kua waiho marakerake ahau hei whakaetietinga.
He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7 Kua atarua toku kanohi i te tangi, rite tonu ki te atarangi oku wahi katoa.
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8 Ka miharo te hunga tika ki tenei, a ka whakaoho te tangata harakore i a ia ano hei whakahe i te atuakore.
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9 Otiia ka mau te tangata tika ki tona ara, a ko te tangata ringa ma ka neke haere ake te kaha.
Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 Ko koutou katoa ia tahuri, anga mai nei, e kore hoki tetahi tangata mahara e kitea e ahau i roto i a koutou.
But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11 Kua pahemo oku ra, motumotuhia ake oku whakaaro i whakatakoto ai, tae noa ki nga whakaaro o toku ngakau.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
12 Ko te po kua meinga e ratou hei ao; ko te marama, e ki ana ratou, e tata tonu ana ki te pouri.
They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
13 Ki te titiro ahau i te reinga hei whare moku; mehemea kua wharikitia e ahau toku moenga ki te pouri; (Sheol h7585)
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 Mehemea kua karanga ahau ki te pirau, ko koe toku papa; ki te iro ranei, ko koe toku whaea, toku tuahine!
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15 Kei hea ra he tumanakohanga atu moku? A ko taku e tumanako atu ai ko wai e kite?
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
