Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; 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 unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

Sithaw khaeah, Zaehaih na net hmah, tipongah misa ah nang suek loe, na thui ah, tiah ka naa han.

3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

Minawk pacaekthlaek moe, na ban hoi sak ih hmuen to patoekhaih pacoengah, kasae kaminawk poekhaih to nang hoe haih maw?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh, or seest thou as man seeth?

Nang loe long taksa mik maw na tawnh? To tih ai boeh loe kami mah hnuk ih baktiah maw na hnuk?

5 Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man’s days,

Nang ih aninawk loe kadueh thaih kaminawk ih ani baktiah maw oh? Nang ih saningnawk doeh kami ih saning baktiah maw oh?

6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,

Tipongah ka sakpazaehaih hoi ka zaehaih to na pakrong loe?

7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand?

Kai loe kasae kami na ai ni, tiah na panoek; mi mah doeh na ban thung hoi pahlong thai mak ai.

8 Thine hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

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 beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Kai hae tangphrung long baktiah ni nang sak, tiah pahnet hmah; vaihi maiphu ah maw nam laemsak let han boeh?

10 Hast thou not poured me out as 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 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

Kai hanah agan hoi ahin to nang khuksak moe, ahuh hoi thaquinawk hoiah nang zaeng.

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

Hinghaih hoi tahmenhaih kai hanah nang paek, ka muithla hae nang khetzawn.

13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thine heart; I know that this is with thee:

Toe hae hmuennawk thui ai ah palung thungah na suek; na palung thungah hae hmuen hae oh, tiah ka panoek.

14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

Ka zae nahaeloe, ka zaehaih to na pakuem moe, ka zaehaih baktih toengah dan nang paek.

15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.

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 if [my head] exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvelous upon me.

kang thawk tahang naah, zoep ih hmawsaeng kaipui baktiah nang zoep moe, zitthok hmuen ka nuiah nam tuengsak.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and warfare are with 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 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen 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 though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Kaom vai ai baktiah ka om ueloe, kam no zok thung hoiah taprong ah na caeh o haih tih.

20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort 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 go whence I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness [itself]; [a land] of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

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.