Jobho 17
1 Mweya wangu waputsika, mazuva angu aitwa mashoma, guva rakandimirira.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Zvirokwazvo vaseki vakandipoteredza; meso angu anofanira kuramba akatarisa ruvengo rwavo.
Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3 “Ndipei, imi Mwari, chitsidzo chamunoda. Ndianiko achandiisira rubatso?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 Makapofumadza ndangariro dzavo pakunzwisisa; naizvozvo hamungavatenderi kukunda.
For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5 Kana munhu akaramba shamwari dzake nokuda kwomubayiro, meso avana vake achapofumara.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 “Mwari akandiita shumo kuvanhu vose, munhu anopfirwa mate kumeso kwake navanhu.
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7 Meso angu aneta nokuchema; muviri wangu wose wangova mumvuri zvawo.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Vanhu vakarurama vanokatyamadzwa nazvo; vasina mhaka vachamukira vasingadi Mwari.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9 Kunyange zvakadaro, vakarurama vachabatirira panzira dzavo, uye vana maoko akachena vachanyanya kusimba.
Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 “Asi uyai, imi mose, edzaizve! Handingawani murume ane uchenjeri pakati penyu.
But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 Mazuva angu apfuura, urongwa hwangu hwaparadzwa, saizvozvowo zvishuvo zvomwoyo wangu.
My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 Vanhu ava vanoshandura usiku kuti huve masikati; mukati merima ivo vanoti, ‘Chiedza chiri pedyo.’
They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
13 Kana musha wandinotarisira uri guva chete, kana ndikawaridzira mubhedha wangu murima, (Sheol h7585)
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 kana ndikati kuuori, ‘Ndiwe baba vangu,’ nokuhonye ndikati, ‘Ndiwe mai vangu’ kana ‘Hanzvadzi yangu,’
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15 ko, tariro yangu iripi zvino? Ndianiko angaona tariro yangu?
where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
