Siope 27
1 Ka naʻe fai pe ʻe Siope ʻene lea mamafa, ʻo ne pehē,
Job continued his discourse:
2 “ʻI he moʻui ʻae ʻOtua, ʻaia ʻoku ne taʻefiefakamaauʻi au; mo e Māfimafi, kuo ne fakamamahiʻi hoku laumālie;
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
3 Lolotonga ʻoku ʻiate au ʻeku mānava, pea ʻi hoku avaʻi ihu ʻae mānava ʻae ʻOtua;
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
4 ʻE ʻikai lea ʻaki ʻae angahala ʻe hoku loungutu, pe lea ʻaki ʻae kākā ʻe hoku ʻelelo.
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5 ʻE ʻikai ʻaupito te u fakatonuhiaʻi ʻakimoutolu: te u mate pē ka ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ʻeku angatonu meiate au.
I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
6 ʻOku ou kuku maʻu ʻeku māʻoniʻoni, ʻe ʻikai te u tukuange ia: ʻe ʻikai valokiʻi au ʻe hoku loto ʻi heʻeku moʻui ni.
I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
7 “Tuku ke tatau hoku fili mo e angahala, mo ia ʻoku angatuʻu kiate au ke tatau mo e taʻemāʻoniʻoni.
May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
8 He neongo ʻene maʻumeʻa, ko e hā ʻae ʻamanaki ʻoe mālualoi, ʻoka toʻo atu ʻe he ʻOtua hono laumālie?
For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
9 ʻE ongoʻi ʻe he ʻOtua ʻa ʻene tangi ʻoka hoko ʻae mamahi kiate ia?
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
10 He te ne fakafiefiaʻi ia ʻi he Māfimafi? ʻE ui maʻuaipē ʻe ia ki he ʻOtua?
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
11 Te u akonekina ʻakimoutolu ʻaki ʻae nima ʻoe ʻOtua: ʻe ʻikai te u fufū ʻaia ʻoku ʻi he Māfimafi.
I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
12 “Vakai, kuo mamata ki ai ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē; pea ko e hā ʻoku mou launoa pehē ai fau?
Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
13 Ko eni ʻae ʻinasi ʻoe tangata fai kovi mei he ʻOtua, mo e tofiʻa ʻe maʻu ʻe he kau fakamālohi mei he Māfimafi.
This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14 Kapau ʻe fakatokolahiʻi ʻene fānau, ko e meʻa ia ki he heletā: pea ʻe ʻikai mākona ʻi he mā ʻa hono hako.
Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
15 Ko kinautolu ʻoku toe ʻiate ia, ʻe tanu ʻi he mate: pea ʻe ʻikai tangi ʻa hono ngaahi uaifi.
His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
16 Neongo ʻene fokotuʻu siliva ʻo hangē ko e efu, pea teuteu ʻae ngaahi kofu ʻo hangē ko e ʻumea;
Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
17 ʻE teuteu pe ʻe ia, ka ʻe ʻai ia ʻe he angatonu, pea ʻe vahevahe ʻae siliva ʻe he taʻeangahala.
what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
18 ʻOku langa ʻe ia hono fale ʻo hangē ko e ʻunufe, pea hangē ko e fale leʻo ʻoku langa hake ʻe he leʻo.
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
19 ʻE tokoto hifo ʻae tangata koloaʻia, ka ʻe ʻikai tānaki ia: ʻoku ne fakaʻā hono mata, pea ne ʻikai leva.
He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
20 ʻOku lōmekina ia ʻi he ilifia ʻo hangē ha vai, ʻoku kaihaʻasi ia ʻe he afā ʻi he pō.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
21 ʻOku ʻave ia ʻe he matangi hahake, pea ʻoku mole atu ia: pea hangē ko e afā ʻoku fakapuna ia mei hono potu.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22 ʻE haʻaki ia kiate ia ʻo ʻikai taʻofi, ʻoku holi ia ke hao atu mei hono mālohi.
It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
23 Ka ʻe pasipasi ʻe ia hono nima kiate ia, ʻo seseʻe ia mei hono potu.
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.
