Job 17
1 “My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
“ʻOku ʻeho ʻeku mānava, kuo ʻosi hoku ngaahi ʻaho, ʻoku tali ʻae ngaahi luo kiate au.
2 If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
ʻIkai ʻoku ʻiate au ʻae kau manuki? Pea ʻikai ʻoku nofomaʻu ʻi hoku ʻao ʻenau ʻahiʻahi kovi?
3 Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
“Ko eni, ke tuku hifo, ke ai haʻaku fakamoʻoni meiate koe; ko hai ia te ma tā nima mo au?
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
He kuo ke fufū honau loto mei he ʻilo: ko ia ʻe ʻikai ai te ke hakeakiʻi ʻakinautolu.
5 For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
Ko ia ʻoku ne lea lapu ki hono kāinga, ʻe vaivai ʻae mata ʻo ʻene fānau ʻaʻana.
6 And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
“Kuo ne tuku au ko e taukaeʻanga ʻoe kakai; ka naʻaku tatau muʻa mo e meʻa faiva.
7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
Kuo nenefu hoku mata ko e meʻa ʻi he mamahi, pea ko e ata pe ʻa hoku kupuʻi sino kotoa pē.
8 The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
ʻE ofo ʻae kakai angatonu ʻi he meʻa ni, pea ko e taʻeangahala te ne ueʻi ia ki he mālualoi.
9 And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds strength.
ʻE fakakukafi foki ʻae māʻoniʻoni ʻi hono hala, pea ko ia ʻoku nima maʻa ʻe fakahoko ʻe ia ʻae mālohi ki he mālohi.
10 But please return and come in, all of you, And I do not find a wise man among you.
Ka ko kimoutolu kotoa pē, mou foki ʻo ʻalu: he ʻoku ʻikai te u faʻa ʻilo ha taha ʻoku poto ʻiate kimoutolu.
11 My days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
Kuo ʻosi hoku ngaahi ʻaho, kuo motuhi ʻeku ngaahi tuʻutuʻuni, ʻio, ʻaia naʻaku loto ki ai.
12 They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
ʻOku nau liliu ʻae pō ko e ʻaho: ʻoku fuonounou ʻae maama ko e meʻa ʻi he fakapoʻuli.
Kapau te u tatali, ko hoku fale ʻae faʻitoka pē: kuo ngaohi hoku mohenga ʻi he fakapoʻuli. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
Kuo u pehē ki he popo, ‘Ko ʻeku tamai koe:’ pea ki he kelemutu, ‘Ko ʻeku faʻē,’ mo ‘hoku tuofefine.’
15 And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
Pea kofaʻā eni ʻa ʻeku ʻamanaki lelei? ʻIo, ko ʻeku ʻamanaki lelei, ko hai te ne mamata ki ai?
