Job ta twikile okupopya
1 “Omhepo yange oya nyanyaulwa, omafiku ange taa dimwa po, ombila tai teelele nge. 2 Oshili, oshipewa shange okushekwa, nomesho ange e nokutala eemhata davo. 3 Ove mwene pe nge ombabyona; olyelye umwe ta popile nge? 4 Osheshi omitima davo we di fitikinina eendunge. Onghee hano ito va itavelele va finde nge. 5 Ookaume tava ifanenwa va tukulilwe oixuulwa, ndelenee omesho ovana vaye taa loloka.
6 “Ndelenee Ye okwa ninga nge oshitevo shovanhu, nokufiilwa omate moshipala shange. 7 Onghee hano eisho lange la loloka molwoluhodi, noinhimbu yange aishe i li ngaashi omudidimbe. 8 Omolwaasho ovayuki tava haluka, nomuhenambudi ota udile omukolokoshi owii. 9 Ndelenee omuyuki ota diinine ondjila yaye, naau e nomake a yela, ota kulu meenghono. 10 Ndelenee nye amushe, ileni oku vali! Ihandi mono nande omunongo mokati keni.
11 “Omafiku ange a xula po, eemhangela dange omahalo omutima wange a ninga ongaho. 12 Oufiku otave u pilula omutenya. ‘Ouyelele,’ vati, ‘tau ehene popepi, tau di momulaulu.’ 13 Ame nande nde lihalela shike, oshovafi, osho eumbo lange. Oikumbafa yange handi i yale momilaulu, 14 handi lombwele ombila: ‘Oove tate!’ Nomainyo: ‘Meme, nomumwameme omukainhu!’ 15 Elineekelo lange oli li peni? Heeno, eteelelo lange, olyelye te li mono? 16 Lo otali ka kuluka pamwe naame mokule moule mwi konima yoiidilifo yoshovafi, fye eshi hatu nangala pamwe mondwi yedu.”
Job Complains to God
My Hopes Have Died
1 My hopes have died,
my time is up,
and the grave is ready.
2 All I can see are angry crowds,
making fun of me.
3 If you, Lord, don't help,
who will pay the price
for my release?
4 My friends won't really listen,
all because of you,
and so you must be the one
to prove them wrong.
5 They have condemned me,
just to benefit themselves;
now blind their children.
6 You, God, are the reason
I am insulted and spit on.
7 I am almost blind with grief;
my body is a mere shadow.
8 People who are truly good
would feel so alarmed,
that they would become angry
with my worthless friends.
9 They would do the right thing
and because they did,
they would grow stronger.
10 But none of my friends
show any sense.
11 My life is drawing to an end;
hope has disappeared.
12 But all my friends can do
is offer empty hopes.
13 I could tell the world below
to prepare me a bed.
14 Then I could greet the grave
as my father
and say to the worms,
“Hello, mother and sisters!”
15 But what kind of hope is that?
16 Will it keep me company
in the world of the dead?
