1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,
Whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
Lakini sasa hao walio wadogo wangu hunifanyia mzaha, Ambao baba zao niliwadharau hata kuwaweka na mbwa wa kundi langu.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me,
In whom old age was perished?
Naam, uwezo wa mikono yao utanifaa nini? Watu ambao nguvu zao zimekoma.
3 For want and famine they were solitary;
Fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
Wamekonda kwa uhitaji na njaa; Huguguna nchi kavu, penye giza la ukiwa na uharibifu.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes,
And juniper roots for their meat.
Hung'oa mboga ya chumvi kwenye kichaka; Na mizizi ya mretemu ni chakula chao.
5 They were driven forth from among men ,
(They cried after them as after a thief;)
Hufukuzwa watoke kati ya watu; Huwapigia kelele kama kumpigia mwivi.
6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys,
in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
Lazima hukaa katika mianya ya mabonde, Katika mashimo ya nchi na ya majabali.
7 Among the bushes they brayed;
Under the nettles they were gathered together.
Hulia kama punda vichakani; Hukusanyika chini ya upupu.
8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men:
They were viler than the earth.
Wao ni wana wa wapumbavu, naam, watoto wa wahuni; Walifukuzwa kwa mijeledi watoke katika nchi.
9 And now am I their song,
Yea, I am their byword.
Na sasa mimi nimekuwa wimbo wao, Naam, nimekuwa simo kwao.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me,
And spare not to spit in my face.
Wao hunichukia, na kujitenga nami, Hawaachi kunitemea mate usoni.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me,
They have also let loose the bridle before me.
Kwani ameilegeza kamba yake, na kunitesa, Wala hawajizuii tena mbele yangu.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth;
They push away my feet,
And they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
Kwa mkono wangu wa kuume huinuka kundi; Huisukuma miguu yangu kando, Na kunipandishia njia zao za uharibifu.
13 They mar my path,
They set forward my calamity,
They have no helper.
Waiharibu njia yangu, Wauzidisha msiba wangu, Watu wasio na msaidizi.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters:
In the desolation they rolled themselves upon me .
Wanijilia kama wapitao katika ufa mpana; Katikati ya magofu wanishambulia.
15 Terrors are turned upon me:
They pursue my soul as the wind:
And my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
Vitisho vimenigeukia; Huifukuza heshima yangu kama upepo; Na kufanikiwa kwangu kumepita kama wingu.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me;
The days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
Sasa nafsi yangu inamwagika ndani yangu; Siku za mateso zimenishika.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season:
And my sinews take no rest.
Wakati wa usiku mifupa yangu huchomeka ndani yangu, Na maumivu yanayonitafuna hayapumziki.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed:
It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
Kwa ugonjwa wangu kuwa na nguvu nyingi Mavazi yangu yameharibika; Hunikaza kama shingo ya kanzu yangu.
19 He hath cast me into the mire,
And I am become like dust and ashes.
Yeye amenibwaga topeni, Nami nimekuwa kama mavumbi na majivu.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me:
I stand up, and thou regardest me not .
Nakulilia wewe, wala huniitikii; Nasimama, nawe wanitazama tu.
21 Thou art become cruel to me:
With thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
Wewe umegeuka kuwa mkali kwangu; Nawe waniudhi kwa uweza wa mkono wako.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it ,
And dissolvest my substance.
Waniinua juu hata upeponi, na kunipandisha juu yake; Nawe waniyeyusha katika dhoruba.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,
And to the house appointed for all living.
Kwani najua kuwa utanileta hata kifoni, Niifikilie nyumba waliyoandikiwa wenye uhai wote.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave,
Though they cry in his destruction.
Je! Mtu katika kuanguka kwake hanyoshi mkono? Na kulilia msaada katika msiba wake?
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
Je! Mimi sikulia kwa ajili ya huyo aliyekuwa katika taabu? Nafsi yangu, je! Haikusononeka kwa ajili ya wahitaji?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me:
And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
Hapo nilipotazamia mema, ndipo yakaja mabaya; Nami nilipongojea mwanga, likaja giza.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not:
The days of affliction prevented me.
Matumbo yangu yatokota, wala hayaachi; Siku za taabu zimenijilia.
28 I went mourning without the sun:
I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
Naenda nikiomboleza pasipo jua; Nasimama katika mkutano, na kuulilia msaada.
29 I am a brother to dragons,
And a companion to owls.
Mimi ni ndugu yao mbwa-mwitu, Ni mwenzao mbuni.
30 My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat.
Ngozi yangu ni nyeusi, nayo yanitoka, Na mifupa yangu imeteketea kwa hari.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning,
And my organ into the voice of them that weep.
Kwa hiyo kinanda changu kimegeuzwa kuwa maombolezo, Na filimbi yangu kuwa sauti yao waliao.
