Joba 17
1 Fa demoke ty troko, le modo o androkoo; vaho veka’e amako ty kibory.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2 Toe amako atoa o mañinje ahikoo; naho harefe’ o masokoo ty fanigiha’ iareo?
Are there not mockers with me? and does not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3 Toloro antoke henaneo, Ihe ro tsoake, ia ka ty hifampipao-pitàñe amako?
Lay down now, put me in a guarantor with you; who is he that will shake hands with me?
4 Fa nakite’o ty tro’ iareo tsy hahilala, aa le tsy honjone’o.
For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.
5 Ie mifosa rañetse hahazoa’e raha, le hilesa ka o mason’ ana’eo.
He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 Fe nanoa’e mpitolom-bola’ ondaty; firorà’ o lahilahio ty tareheko.
He has made me also a byword of the people; and in old times I was as a timbrel.
7 Nampaieñe ty fioremeñako o masokoo, hoe talinjo avao o fangefangekoo.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Ilatsa’ ondaty vantañeo, hitrobo-vatañe ty vaño hatreatre’e ty tsy aman-kake.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 Mitan-ty lala’e ty marentane, naho mihaozatse vaho mihafatratse ty malio fitàñe.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 Aa inahareo iaby, mibaliha mb’etoa indraike, f’ie tsy hahatrea ondaty mahilala ama’ areo.
But as for you all, do all of you return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11 Fa modo o androkoo, nipeñapeñake o safirikoo; naho o fisalalan-trokoo!
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 Afote’ iereo ho andro ty haleñe [ami’ty hoe]: Mitotoke añatrefa’ i ieñey ty hazavàñe,
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 Aa naho tokaveko i koboñey, [ty hoe: ] Raeko irehe, naho i oletsey: Ihe ty Reneko naho rahavaveko;
I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.
15 Aia arè o fitamakoo? I fisalalàkoy, ia ty mahaisak’ aze?
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
