Ayubu 17
1 Moyo wangu umevunjika, siku zangu zimefupishwa, kaburi linaningojea.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Hakika wenye mizaha wamenizunguka; macho yangu yamebaki kutazama uadui wao.
Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3 “Ee Mungu, nipe dhamana unayodai. Ni nani mwingine atakayeweka dhamana kwa ajili yangu?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 Umezifunga akili zao zisipate ufahamu, kwa hiyo hutawaacha wapate ushindi.
For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5 Kama mtu akiwashutumu rafiki zake ili apate ujira, macho ya watoto wake yatashindwa kuona.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 “Mungu amenifanya kitu cha dhihaka kwa kila mtu, mtu ambaye watu humtemea mate usoni.
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7 Macho yangu yamefifia kwa ajili ya majonzi; umbile langu lote ni kama kivuli.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Watu wanyofu wanatishwa na hili; watu wasio na hatia wanasimama dhidi ya wasiomcha Mungu.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9 Hata hivyo, waadilifu watazishika njia zao, nao wale wenye mikono safi wataendelea kupata nguvu.
Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 “Lakini ninyi njooni, ninyi nyote, jaribuni tena! Sitampata mtu mwenye hekima miongoni mwenu.
But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 Siku zangu zimepita, mipango yangu imevunjika, vivyo hivyo shauku za moyo wangu.
My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 Watu hawa hufanya usiku kuwa mchana, kwenye giza wao husema, ‘Mwanga u karibu.’
They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
13 Kama nyumba pekee ninayoitarajia ni kaburi, kama nikikitandika kitanda changu gizani, (Sheol h7585)
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 kama nikiuambia uharibifu, ‘Wewe u baba yangu,’ na kuliambia buu, ‘Wewe u mama yangu’ au ‘Dada yangu,’
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15 liko wapi basi tarajio langu? Ni nani awezaye kuona tarajio lolote kwa ajili yangu?
where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
