Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Ka pakhra mah ka hinghaih hmawt sut boeh; to pongah laisaephaih ai ah loe ka om thai ai, ka hingh patangkhanghaih hae nang khaeah kang thuih han.
2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
Sithaw khaeah, Zaehaih na net hmah, tipongah misa ah nang suek loe, na thui ah, tiah ka naa han.
3 Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
Minawk pacaekthlaek moe, na ban hoi sak ih hmuen to patoekhaih pacoengah, kasae kaminawk poekhaih to nang hoe haih maw?
4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
Nang loe long taksa mik maw na tawnh? To tih ai boeh loe kami mah hnuk ih baktiah maw na hnuk?
5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
Nang ih aninawk loe kadueh thaih kaminawk ih ani baktiah maw oh? Nang ih saningnawk doeh kami ih saning baktiah maw oh?
6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
Tipongah ka sakpazaehaih hoi ka zaehaih to na pakrong loe?
7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
Kai loe kasae kami na ai ni, tiah na panoek; mi mah doeh na ban thung hoi pahlong thai mak ai.
8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
Ka takpum boih hae na ban hoiah ni nang sak, ka tungkrang doeh nang ohsak; toe vaihi nam rosak han boeh maw?
9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
Kai hae tangphrung long baktiah ni nang sak, tiah pahnet hmah; vaihi maiphu ah maw nam laemsak let han boeh?
10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Kai hae maitaw tahnutui baktiah nang kraih moe, maitaw tahnutui kamkhawk baktiah nam khawksak boeh na ai maw?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
Kai hanah agan hoi ahin to nang khuksak moe, ahuh hoi thaquinawk hoiah nang zaeng.
12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Hinghaih hoi tahmenhaih kai hanah nang paek, ka muithla hae nang khetzawn.
13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
Toe hae hmuennawk thui ai ah palung thungah na suek; na palung thungah hae hmuen hae oh, tiah ka panoek.
14 If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
Ka zae nahaeloe, ka zaehaih to na pakuem moe, ka zaehaih baktih toengah dan nang paek.
15 And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
Kahoih ai kami ah ka oh nahaeloe, khosak bing boeh! Toenghaih hoi ka oh cadoeh, pakoehhaih ka hnu ai. Patangkhanghaih ka poek loiah ka zat sut boeh;
16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
kang thawk tahang naah, zoep ih hmawsaeng kaipui baktiah nang zoep moe, zitthok hmuen ka nuiah nam tuengsak.
17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
Kai kasae thuih koeh kami na tawnh mangh, ka nuiah palungphuihaih na thap aep; kai tuk han koeh paroeai misa to nang zoh haih.
18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
Tipongah kam no zok thung hoiah nang tacawtsak loe? Ka duek ving nahaeloe, mi mah doeh na hnu mak ai.
19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
Kaom vai ai baktiah ka om ueloe, kam no zok thung hoiah taprong ah na caeh o haih tih.
20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
Kai ih atue loe setta ah na ai maw oh boeh? Ka phak pacoengah kam laem let han ai ih prae, duekhaih tahlip mah khuk ih vinghaih prae ah ka caeh ai naah, nawnetta thung, kaimabueng monghaih hoiah ka oh hanah, na caeh taak ah,
21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
to prae loe aqum baktih khovinghaih prae, hmuen boih angmah ih ahmuen ah kaom ai, duekhaih tahlip ahmuen, aanghaih to vinghaih ah kaom prae ni, tiah ka thuih han, tiah anih mah pathim pae.
