ಯೋಬನು 30
1 ೧ ಈಗಲಾದರೋ ನನಗಿಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕವಯಸ್ಸಿನವರು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಪರಿಹಾಸ್ಯಮಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ; ಇವರ ಹೆತ್ತವರನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಕುರಿ ಮಂದೆಯ ನಾಯಿಗಳ ಸಂಗಡ ಸೇರಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೂ ಉದಾಸಿನ ಮಾಡಿದೆನು.
“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6 ೬ ಅವರು ಭಯಂಕರವಾದ ತಗ್ಗುಗಳ ಸಂದುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವಾಸಿಸತಕ್ಕವರು, ಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿಯೂ, ಬಂಡೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಇರುವ ಗುಹೆಗಳೇ ಅವರ ಮನೆಗಳು.
so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 ೧೧ ದೇವರು ತಾನು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದ ಕಟ್ಟನ್ನು ಸಡಲಿಸಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಬಾಧಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವರನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾನೆ. ಅವರು ನನ್ನ ಎದುರಿನಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಕಡಿವಾಣವನ್ನು ಕಿತ್ತು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 ೧೨ ಆ ಕಲಹಗಾರರು ನನ್ನ ಬಲಗಡೆ ಎದ್ದು, ನನ್ನ ಕಾಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಹಿಂದಕ್ಕೆ ತಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾ ನನ್ನ ನಾಶಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಹೊಂಚು ಹಾಕಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13 ೧೩ ಅವರು ನನ್ನ ದಾರಿಯನ್ನು ಕಡಿದು, ನನ್ನ ಉಪದ್ರವವನ್ನು ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ; ಅವರನ್ನು ಎದುರಿಸತಕ್ಕ ಸಹಾಯಕನು ಯಾರೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.
They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15 ೧೫ ಅಪಾಯಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ತಿರುಗಿಬಿದ್ದು; ನನ್ನ ಮಾನವನ್ನು ಗಾಳಿಯಂತೆ ಹೊಡೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿವೆ; ನನ್ನ ಕ್ಷೇಮವು ಮೇಘದ ಹಾಗೆ ಹರಿದು ಹೋಯಿತು.
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 ೨೦ ಓ ದೇವರೇ ನಾನು ನಿನಗೆ ಮೊರೆಯಿಟ್ಟರೂ ನೀನು ಉತ್ತರಕೊಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಎದ್ದು ನಿಂತರೂ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿರುವಿ.
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
“However does not one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 ೨೮ ಸಂತೈಸುವ ಸೂರ್ಯನಿಲ್ಲದೆ; ಮಂಕುಬಡಿದಂತೆ ಅಲೆಯುತ್ತಾ ಸಭೆಯ ಮಧ್ಯನಿಂತು ಅಂಗಲಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಸಂಘದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಅಂಗಲಾಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತೇನೆ.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
