1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct,
The graves are ready for me.
Roho yangu imezimika, siku zangu zimekoma, Kaburi i tayari kunipokea.
2 Are there not mockers with me?
And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
Ni kweli wako kwangu wenye kufanya dhihaka, Jicho langu hukaa katika kunifanyia uchungu kwao.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee;
Who is he that will strike hands with me?
Nipe rehani basi, uwe dhamana kwa ajili yangu kwako wewe mwenyewe; Kuna nani atakayeniwekea dhamana?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:
Therefore shalt thou not exalt them .
Kwani mioyo yao imeificha ufahamu; Kwa hiyo hutawakuza.
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends,
Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Awafitiniye rafiki zake wawe mawindo, Hata macho ya watoto wake yataingia kiwi.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people;
And aforetime I was as a tabret.
Amenifanya niwe simo kwa watu; Nimekuwa mwenye kuchukiwa kwa wazi.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,
And all my members are as a shadow.
Jicho langu nalo limekuwa giza kwa sababu ya majonzi, Na via vyangu vyote vimekuwa kama kivuli.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this,
And the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Walekevu watayastaajabia hayo, Na asiye na hatia atajiamsha juu ya mpotovu.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way,
And he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Lakini mwenye haki ataishika njia yake, Naye mwenye mikono safi atazidi kupata nguvu.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now:
For I cannot find one wise man among you.
Lakini rudini; ninyi nyote, njoni sasa; Wala sitampata mtu mwenye hekima kati yenu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off,
Even the thoughts of my heart.
Siku zangu zimepita, makusudi yangu yamevunjika, Hata hayo niliyo nayo moyoni mwangu.
12 They change the night into day:
The light is short because of darkness.
Wabadili usiku kuwa mchana; Wasema, Mwanga u karibu kwa sababu ya giza.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house:
I have made my bed in the darkness.
Nikitazamia kuzimu kuwa nyumba yangu; Nikitandika malazi yangu gizani;
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father:
To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
Ikiwa nimeuita uharibifu, Wewe u baba yangu; Na kuliambia buu, Wewe u mama yangu, na umbu langu;
15 And where is now my hope?
As for my hope, who shall see it?
Basi, tumaini langu li wapi? Na tumaini langu, ni nani atakayeliona?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit,
When our rest together is in the dust.
Litashuka kwenye makomeo ya kuzimu, Itakapokuwapo raha mavumbini.
