Job 16
1 Then Job, answering, said:
Pea naʻe toki tali ʻe Siope, ʻo ne pehē,
2 I have often heard such things; you are all aggravating comforters.
Kuo lahi ʻae meʻa pehē kuo u fanongo ai: ko e kau fakafiemālie fakamamahi ʻakimoutolu kotoa pē.
3 Will there be no end to windy words? Or is it at all a burden to you, if you speak?
ʻE ngata afe ʻae launoa? Pe ko e hā ʻoku ne tokoniʻi koe ke ke tali?
4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul. I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.
Te u faʻa lea foki ʻeau ʻo hangē pe ko kimoutolu: ka ne fetongi ʻaki homou laumālie ʻa hoku laumālie, te u faʻa fokotuʻu lea kiate kimoutolu, pea te u kalokalo hoku ʻulu kiate kimoutolu.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
Ka te u tokoniʻi ʻakimoutolu ʻaki hoku ngutu, pea ko e ueʻi ʻo hoku loungutu ʻe fakafiemālieʻi ʻakimoutolu.
6 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
“Neongo ʻeku lea, ʻoku ʻikai fakasiʻisiʻi ʻeku mamahi: pea kapau te u taʻofi, ko e hā ʻeku fiemālie ai?
7 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
Ka ko eni, kuo ne fakakikinaʻi au: kuo ke fakaʻauha ʻa hoku kāinga kotoa pē.
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
Kuo ke ʻufiʻufi ʻaki au ʻae feʻufeʻu, ko e fakamoʻoni ia: pea ʻoku ha hake hoku tutue ʻo valoki ki hoku mata.
9 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
ʻOku ne haehae au ʻi hono houhau, ʻaia ʻoku fehiʻa kiate au ʻoku ne fengaiʻitaki hono nifo kiate au, ʻoku matalili ʻa hoku fili kiate au.
10 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.
Kuo nau fakamanga honau ngutu kiate au; kuo taaʻi manuki au ʻi hoku kouʻahe; kuo nau fakataha ʻakinautolu kiate au.
11 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.
Kuo tukuange au ʻe he ʻOtua ki he kakai angahala, pea kuo ne lī au ki he nima ʻoe kakai fai kovi.
12 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has placed me before him as a sign.
Ne u fiemālie, ka kuo ne maumauʻi au: kuo ne kuku foki hoku kia, ʻo laiki au, ʻo fokotuʻu au ko hono fanaʻanga.
13 He has surrounded me with his lances. He has severely wounded my lower back, he has not been lenient, and he has poured out my organs upon the earth.
ʻOku tuʻu takatakai kiate au ʻene kau tangata fana, ʻoku ne fahiua hoku konga loto, ʻo ʻikai tuku; ʻoku ne lilingi hoku ʻahu ki he kelekele.
14 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.
ʻOku ne maumauʻi au ʻaki ʻae tā ki he tā, ʻoku ne ʻohofia au ʻo hangē pe ha fuʻu tangata lahi.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.
Kuo u tuitui ʻae tauangaʻa ki hoku kili, ʻo fakaʻuliʻi hoku nifo ʻi he efu.
16 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.
ʻOku kovi hoku mata ʻi he tangi, pea ʻoku ʻi hoku laumata ʻae malumalu ʻoe mate;
17 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.
Ka ʻoku ʻikai ʻi ha taʻetotonu kuo ʻi hoku nima: pea ʻoku māʻoniʻoni foki ʻeku lotu.
18 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
“ʻE kelekele, ʻoua naʻa ke ʻuʻufi hoku toto, pea ʻoua naʻa hao ki ha potu ʻa ʻeku tangi.
19 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
Ko eni foki, vakai, ʻoku ʻi he langi hoku fakamoʻoni, pea ko ia ʻoku ne ʻiloʻi au ʻoku ʻi ʻolunga.
20 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
ʻOku manukiʻi au ʻe hoku ngaahi kāinga: ka ʻoku lilingi ʻae loʻimata ʻa hoku mata ki he ʻOtua.
21 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
Taumaiā ke faʻa alea ʻae tangata mo e ʻOtua, ʻo hangē ko e tangata mo hono kaungāʻapi!
22 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.
ʻOka hokosia ʻae ngaahi taʻu siʻi, te u toki ʻalu ʻi he hala ʻe ʻikai te u foki mei ai.
