Hopa 30
1 Inaianei ia e kataina mai ana ahau e te hunga tamariki rawa i ahau, e te hunga kihai nei ahau i whakaae kia uru o ratou matua ki roto ki nga kuri o taku kahui.
“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Ae ra, hei aha maku te kaha o o ratou ringa? He hanga pirau nei hoki to ratou koroheketanga.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3 Tupuhi ana ratou i te rawakore, i te hemokai; e ngau ana ratou i te oneone pakapaka, i roto i te pouritanga o te tuhea, o te ururua.
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4 E whawhaki ana ratou i nga marou i roto o nga rakau ririki; a ko nga pakiaka hunipa hei kai ma ratou.
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5 He mea pei atu ratou i roto i nga tangata; e karangarangatia ana ratou ano he tahae.
They are driven out from amongst men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6 Me noho rawa atu ratou i nga kapiti o nga awaawa, i nga waro o te whenua, i nga kamaka.
so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Tangi a kaihe ana ratou i roto i nga rakau ririki; huihuia ana ratou ki raro i nga ongaonga.
They bray amongst the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
8 He tamariki ratou na nga kuware, ae ra, he tamariki na te hunga ingoakore; he hunga i patua atu i runga i te whenua.
They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9 Inaianei ia kua waiho ahau hei waiata ma ratou, ae, hei whakatauki ma ratou.
“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 E whakarihariha mai ana ratou ki ahau, e neke rawa atu ana i ahau, a kahore e kaiponuhia e ratou te huware ki toku mata.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Kua oti hoki tana aho te wewete e ia, a e whakatupuria kinotia ana ahau e ia, a kua tukua e ratou te paraire i toku aroaro.
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 I te taha ki matau ka ara te marea; taia ana e ratou oku waewae, a akina ana nga ara o a ratou whakangaromanga ki ahau.
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13 E taka kino ana ratou i toku ara, e whakatupu ana i te he moku, a kahore he hoa mahi mo ratou.
They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
14 Rite tonu ki te wai nui e pakaru mai ana to ratou haerenga mai: i taua whakangaromanga nei, huri mai ana ratou ki runga ki ahau:
As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15 Kua tahuri mai nga whakawehi ki ahau, e aru ana ratou i toku whakaaro rangatira ano he hau; ko te whakahauora moku, pahemo ke ana ano he kapua.
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honour as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16 Na inaianei kua maringi toku wairua i roto i ahau: mau pu ahau i nga ra o te tangi.
“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 I te po e werohia ana oku wheua i roto i ahau; kahore hoki he okiokinga o nga mamae e ngau nei i ahau.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 He kaha nui no toku mate i ahua ke ai toku kakahu; e awhi nei i ahau, e penei ana me te whiri o toku koti.
My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 Kua maka ahau e ia ki te paru, kua rite ahau ki te puehu, ki te pungarehu.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 E tangi ana ahau ki a koe, heoi kahore koe e whakao mai ki ahau; e tu ana, heoi ka titiro kau mai koe ki ahau.
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21 Kua huri ke, kua kino tau mahi ki ahau: ko te kaha o tou ringa kei te tukino i ahau.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 Kua hapainga ake ahau e koe ki te hau, a meinga ana tera e koe hei hoiho moku; a whakamotitia iho ahau e koe i roto i te tupuhi.
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23 E mohio ana hoki ahau tera ahau e kawea e koe ki te mate, ki te whare hoki i whakaritea mo te hunga ora katoa.
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
24 E kore ano ia tona ringa e totoro iho ki te urupa; ahakoa hei mate mona ka mea ia ki te karanga, he whakaaro ki enei mea.
“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Kihai ianei ahau i tangi ki te tangata he mate nei tona? kihai ranei toku wairua i pouri ki te rawakore?
Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 I ahau i tatari ai ki te pai, heoi kua tae mai te kino; tumanako atu ana ahau ki te marama, heoi kua tae mai te pouri.
When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27 Ko oku whekau, me te mea e koropupu ana, te ata takoto; haukotia mai ana ahau e nga ra o te tangi.
My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 E haereere pouri ana ahau, kahore he ra; ko taku whakatikanga ake i roto i te whakaminenga, ka karanga awhina.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 Hei teina ahau ki nga tarakona, hei hoa mo nga ruru.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 Ko toku kiri mangu tonu, e ngahoro ana i ahau, kaia ana oku wheua i te wera.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burnt with heat.
31 No reira i tahuri ke ai taku hapa ki te tangi, me taku okana ki te reo o te hunga e uhunga ana.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
