Job 7
1 Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
Kami loe thanathaih hoiah na ai maw long nuiah toksak? A hinghaih ninawk doeh toksak han tlai ih kami ih ninawk baktiah na ai maw oh?
2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
Tamna mah tahlip to zing moe, tlai ih toksah kami mah toktho zing baktih toengah,
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
kai doeh khrah paroeai thungah ka sak ih tok loe azom pui ah ni oh, aqumnawk doeh kai patangkhanghaih ah ni oh.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
Ka iih naah, natuek naah maw aqum hae boeng ueloe, kang thawk han? tiah ka poek; to tiah akhawnbang khodai khoek to ahnuk ahmaa kam let.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
Ka ngan loe alungh hoi maiphu mah khuk khoep boeh; ka nganhin loe akah rak moe, ahnai to tacawt.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
Ka hinghaih aninawk loe kahni sah kami ih camprai pongah rang kue moe, oephaih om ai ah laemh o.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
Aw ka hinghaih loe takhi ah ni oh, tiah panoek ah; ka mik mah hoihhaih roe hnu mak ai boeh.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
Vaihi kai hnu kaminawk mah, kai na hnu o let mak ai boeh; nang khet naah, ka om mak ai boeh.
9 A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. (Sheol h7585)
Kanghmaa tamai baktiah, taprong ah caeh tathuk kami loe, amlaem let mak ai boeh. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
Anih loe angmah im ah amlaem let mak ai boeh; a ohhaih ahmuen mah doeh anih to panoek mak ai boeh.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
To pongah pakha hae kang sumh mak ai; patangkhang ka muithla hoiah lok ka thuih moe, khosak kasae ka hinghaih hoiah lok ka thuih han.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
Kai loe tuipui ah maw ka oh, tuipui thung ih tanga pui ah maw ka oh moe, kai toepkung na suek?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
Ka iihkhun mah kamongah anghaksak ueloe, kang song naah ka nathaih hoikhang tih mue, tiah ka poek,
14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
to naah amaang sae mah kai ang pazih, hnuksakhaih mah ang tasoehsak;
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
to pongah ka hing pongah loe, tahnong panamh moe, duek to ka koeh kue boeh.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
Ka hinghaih hae ka panuet; ka hing poe mak ai; kaimabueng na omsak ah; ka hinghaih aninawk loe avanghaih tidoeh om ai.
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
Kami loe kawbangah maw oh moe, anih to na pakoeh? Anih to na poek?
18 And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
Anih to akhawnbang kruek na paqaih thuih moe, anih to na tanoek tuektuek?
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
Kai caeh taak ai ah nasetto maw na oh han vop, kaimah ih tamtui paaeh karoek to, kaimabueng nang omsak mak ai maw?
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
Aw kaminawk toepkung, kai loe ka zae boeh maw? Na hmaa ah timaw ka sak? Tipongah kaimah han hmuenzit ah ka oh hanah, kah han na patoep ih hmuen ah nang suek loe?
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
Tipongah ka sakpazaehaih nang tahmen ai, ka zaehaih doeh nang takhoe pae ving ai loe? Kai loe vaihi maiphu pongah kang song han boeh; akhawnbangah nang pakrong tih, toe ka om mak ai boeh, tiah a naa.
