Joba 30
Baibal Olcim (Matupi Chin)Translation
Baibal Olcim (Matupi Chin)
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1Tedae a kum la kai lakah aka noe long khaw kai taengah luem uh coeng. Te rhoek kah a napa pataeng ka boiva kah ui taengah khueh ham ka hnawt lah mako.
1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2Amih kut dongkah thadueng khaw kai taengah metlam a om? Amih te a hminkhah lamni a paltham.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3Vaitahnah neh khokha rhamling lamkah pumhong loh hlaem vaengah khohaeng neh imrhong kah rhamrhae te a cilh.
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4Tangpuem dongkah baekkoi te a hlaek uh tih a buh la hlingcet yung a khueh.
4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5A nam lamloh a haek uh tih amih taengah hlanghuen bangla a o uh.
5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6Soklong cakhom kah laipi neh thaelsawk khui ah kho a sak.
6so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7Tangpuem khuiah pang uh tih lota hmuiah poem uh.
7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
8Aka ang ca rhoek neh ming mueh ca rhoek ni khohmuen lamloh a hawt uh.
8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9Te dongah amih kah rhotoeng la ka om coeng tih amih taengah ol la ka om.
9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10Kai aka tuei rhoek tah kai lamloh lakhla uh tih ka mikhmuh ah timtui khaw tuem uh pawh.
10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11A lirhui lakah ka lirhui he pawl coeng. Te dongah kai he m'phaep tih ka mikhmuh ah kamrhui han tueih uh.
11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12Ka bantang kah hlangyoe loh tlai ka kho a kalh. Amih kah rhainah caehlong te kai taengah a picai uh.
12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13Ka talnah khuiah ka hawn a mak uh tih, amih aka bom pawt khaw hoeikhang uh.
13They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
14A puut aka len bangla ael uh tih a khohli rhamrhael hmuiah paluet uh.
14As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15Kai soah mueirhih pai tih khohli bangla ka moeihoeihnah a hloem vaengah kai kah khangnah te khomai bangla a yah.
15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16Kai lamloh ka hinglu a kingling coeng tih phacip phabaem khohnin loh kai n'tuuk.
16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17Khoyin ah ka rhuh te ka pum dong lamloh a cueh. Kai aka thuek he a dim moenih.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18Thadueng cungkuem dongah ka pueinak a phuelhthaih tih ka angkidung te rhawnmoep bangla ka vah.
18My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19Kai he dikpo khuila n'dong tih laipi neh hmaiphu bangla n'thuidoek.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20Na taengah bomnah kam bih dae kai nan doo moenih. Ka pai akhaw kai he nan yakming moenih.
20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21Kai soah a muen la na poeh tih na ban thaa neh kai nan konaeh thil.
21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22Kai he khohli dongah nan phueih. Kai nan ngol thil vaengah kai nan paci sak tih lungming cueihnah a yawn.
22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23Mulhing boeih kah tingtunnah im la dueknah neh kai nan mael sak ham khaw ka ming.
23For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
24A yoethaenah khuiah bombihnah a yaak vaengah kut aka thueng he lairhok dongah a om moenih.
24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25Khohnin a mangkhak dongah ka rhap tih khodaeng dongah ka hinglu a omdam moenih.
25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26A then ka lamtawn vaengah boethae ha pawk. Vangnah te ka ngaiuep vaengah a hmuep ha pai.
26When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27Ka bung he tlawk tih a kuemsuem moenih. Kai he phacip phabaem khohnin loh n'doe.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28Khomik a tal dongah maelhmai a hmuep la ka cet. Hlangping neh ka pai tih ka pang.
28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29Pongui kah a manuca neh tuirhuk vanu kah a hui la ka om.
29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30Ka vin khaw kamah dong lamloh mu tih ka rhuh khaw kholing neh tlum coeng.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31Ka rhotoeng te nguekcoinah la, ka phavi rhah ol la poeh.
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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