Job 16
1 But Job answered and said,
Jòb pran lapawòl ankò, li di konsa:
2 I have heard many such things: poor comforters are you all.
-Mwen bouke tande pawòl sa yo! Pase nou konsole moun, se plis lapenn n'ap ba yo.
3 What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder you from answering?
Kilè n'a sispann tout pale anpil sa a? Sa k'ap pouse nou konsa? Nou toujou pare pou reponn moun!
4 I also will speak as you [do]: if indeed your soul were in my [soul's] stead, then would I insult you with words, and I would shake my head at you.
Si m' te nan plas nou, epi nou menm nan plas mwen, m' ta ka pale jan nou pale a tou, m' ta pase nou nan yon wonn tenten, m' ta vide bèl diskou sou nou.
5 And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the movement of my lips.
M' ta remoute kouraj nou ak konsèy, m' ta pale ak nou jouk nou ta soulaje.
6 For if I should speak, I shall not feel the pain of my wound: and if I should be silent, how shall I be wounded the less?
Men, lè mwen pale, doulè a la pi rèd pou mwen. Lè mwen pa pale, se pa sa k'ap fè l' ban m' yon ti louga.
7 But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and you have laid hold of me.
Koulye a, Bondye, se fini ou fini avè m'. Ou kite yo touye tout fanmi m'.
8 My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face.
Ou mete men sou mwen, ou pa vle wè m' ankò. Mwen tounen zo ak po. Yo di se paske mwen antò ki fè sa rive m'.
9 In his anger he has cast me down; he has gnashed his teeth upon me: the weapons of his robbers have fallen upon me.
Nan kòlè li, Bondye ap dechire m' moso pa moso. L'ap devore m' anba dan l'. L'ap louvri je l' sou mwen, li pa vle wè m'!
10 He has attacked me with the keen glances of his eyes; with his sharp [spear] he has struck me [down] upon my knees; and they have run upon me with one accord.
Moun prèt pou manje m'. Yo kouri sou mwen, y'ap joure m', y'ap touye m' anba souflèt.
11 For the Lord has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and thrown me upon the ungodly.
Bondye lage m' nan men mechan yo. Li jete m' anba grif san manman yo.
12 When I was at peace he distracted me: he took me by the hair of the head, and plucked it out: he set me up as a mark.
Mwen t'ap viv tou dousman, li bouskile m'. Li pran m' dèyè nwa kou, li kraze m', li fè m' tounen jwèt li.
13 They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing [me] they poured out my gall upon the ground.
L'ap voye flèch li sou mwen kote m' vire. Li pèse tout kò m', li san pitye pou mwen, li mete san m' deyò.
14 They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in [their] might.
Kote m' vire li blese m', li vare sou mwen tankou yon sòlda nan lagè.
15 They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground.
Mwen fè rad sak mete sou mwen, mwen woule kò m' nan pousyè tèlman mwen te nan lapenn.
16 My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.
Je m' vin wouj afòs mwen kriye. Tout anba je m' gonfle vin tou nwa.
17 Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Men, mwen konnen mwen pa fè ankenn moun mechanste. Mwen lapriyè Bondye ak tout kè m'.
18 Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place.
Ou menm latè, pa kache mizè mwen. Pa kite yo fèmen bouch mwen lè m'ap rele nan pye Bondye!
19 And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
Paske mwen konnen gen yon moun nan syèl la k'ap kanpe pou mwen, gen yon moun anwo a k'ap pran defans mwen.
20 Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let mine eye weep before him.
Zanmi m' yo ap pase m' nan betiz, men, m'ap kriye nan pye Bondye.
21 Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even [as] the son of man with his neighbor!
Mwen bezwen moun pou plede kòz mwen ak Bondye a, menm jan yon moun plede kòz zanmi l'.
22 But my years are numbered and [their end] come, and I shall go by the way by which I shall not return.
M' pa lontan mouri. Mwen pral pran chemen kote moun pa janm tounen an.
