Job 30

1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.

Hianagi menina kasefa vahe'mo'za kiza zokago ke hunenante'za huhaviza hunante'naze. Ana kasefa vahe'mokizmi zamafahe'za nagri sipisipima kegavama nehaza kraramina zamagra kegava hugara osu'naze.

2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

Hagi nagrama zamagoana hankave'zamia omane'neanki'za nagrira e'za eme naza hugara osu'naze. Na'ankure hankavezmimo'a hago zamagripintira vagare'ne.

3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

Ana vahe'mokizmia zamunte omanege'za, zamagaku nehu'za atre'za vu'za vahe omani ka'ma kokampi umani'ne'za, kenagera ne'zankura hake'za vano hu'naze.

4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

Ana nehu'za trazampintira aka tra'zana hu'za nene'za, brumu zafamofo rafu'na'anena eri tasagi hu'za ne'naze.

5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,

Ana vahera kumapintira zamahe kasopenetre'za, kumzufa vaheku'ma nehazaza hu'za kezatizmante'naze.

6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Ana'ma hazage'za vu'za, tinkagomupine muri kampine, have kampine umani'naze.

7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.

Anantegama umani'ne'za trazampi vano nehu'za, donki afu'mo'zama nehazaza hu'za ana trazampina eri tru hu'za mani'ne'za krafage hu'naze.

8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

Hagi ana vahera zamagia omaneno neginagi vahe mani'nazanki'za zamahe kasopazage'za fre'naze.

9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

Hagi ana vahe'mokizmi mofavre naga'mo'za, nagirevare zagamera nehu'za, huhaviza hunante'naze. Ana nehu'za nagrikura kiza zokago ke hunante'za, nazeri nagaze hu'naze.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

Nagra zamagri zamavurera mago havi zaga manuge'za zamefi hunenami'za, nagritera erava'o nosu'za, navufi zamavetu ahenante'naze.

11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.

Ati karima reragareaza huno Anumzamo'a knaza namino nazeri ante ravahege'za, nazano hunante'naku'ma haza zana amne hu'naze.

12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.

Hazenke zama nehaza kasefa vahe'mo'za nazantmaga kazigatira oti'za, narotago hazage'na fre'na vano nehuge'za, kama vanufina krifu eme anaginte'naze.

13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.

Nagri'ma nazeri haviza nehu'za keonke'zama eri kazigati maka zana nehu'za, kama nevufina eme rehiza nehu'za, zamagrama antahi'zana agri'ma azahu vahera omani'ne hu'za nehaze.

14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

Nagri'ma ha'ma hunantenaku'ma e'nazana vahe'mo'za, maka kazigati ankariserami'za e'za eme nazeri haviza hu'naze.

15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Ana hige'na menina tusi koro nehugeno, zaho'mo hampo erino viaza huno knare nagima e'neruazane fenozaninena erino vu'ne.

16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

Hagi nagra menina hago fri'za nehugeno, natazamo'a maka zupa nazeri haviza nehie.

17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

Kenagera zaferinanimo'a tusi nata negrigeno, ana natazamo'a naterenora novie.

18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

Anumzamo'a hankavenentake azantetira kukenagna huno rufitenante'ne. Ana hu'neno azantetira za'za kukenama antaninoa kenamofo nananke kama'are azerino nanankena nazeri pro hu'za nehie.

19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

Ana huteno hapapi matevuno natrege'na, kugusopagna nehu'na tanefakna hu'noe.

20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

Ana hige'na naza hananegu Anumzamoka kagritega krafagea hu'noanagi, keni'arera nona osu'nane. Ana nehunka kagri kavure oti'noanagi, nagrira kamefi hunami'nane.

21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

Kagra karimpa ahenenantenka, hankavenentake kazanteti nazeri haviza nehane.

22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

Kagra kagigagi zaho atrankeno eno eme nazeri sga huno nefregenka, kagra ununko atrankeno eno eme nazeri haviza hu'ne.

23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.

Ana'ma nehanke'na nagrama antahuana, kagra nahe fritenka hunantesnanke'na maka vahe'mo'zama fri'za nevaza kumatega vugahue hu'na nagesa antahi'noe.

24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Hagi mago vahe'mo'ma knafima mani'neno'ma azahu zanku'ma krafama nehanigeno'a, tamagerfa huno mago'mo azana anteno aza hugahie.

25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

Nagrama ko'ma knare hu'na mani'ne'na, knazampima mani'za vahekura zavira atenezmante'na, zamunte omane vahekura nagu'afina tusiza hu'na keke huzmante'noe.

26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.

Hianagi nagritera knare'za fore hanie hu'nama amuha'ma hu'noa zana forera osigeno, kefo zamo nagritera ne-egeno, tavi masagu'ma avegama ante'noana omegeno hanizamo e'ne.

27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

Nagu'amo'a hazenkefi manino ne-eno mani frua osu'ne. Ana higeno maka zupa natazamo nazeri havizantfa hu'ne.

28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Nagrira knazamo rentrako higena hanizampi vano nehu'na, tavira onke'noe. Ana nehu'na kuma amu'nompima vahe'ma vano nehazafi mani'ne'na, iza naza hugahieha nehu'na zavira ate'noe.

29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

Ana nehu'na zavi'matoa nagerumo'a, afi kramo'ene za'za agempunane namagu'ma ostritiema nehaza namamo'enema krafama neha'aza hu'ne.

30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Navufgamo'a ru ko'nagifa nehegeno, zaferinanifintira tusi amuho nehuno teve rukaru hu'ne.

31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

Nagra hapue nehaza zavena nehe'na, nasunku zagamera nehu'na, konkena nere'na zavi zagamera hu'noe.