1Then Job answered,
1Quichakßoc laj Job ut quixye:
2“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
2—Nabal sut ac cuabiom li cßaßru yôquex chixyebal. Lâex nequeye nak yôquex chixcßojobanquil inchßôl. Abanan inchßißchßißinquil nequebânu.
3Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
3¿Jokße têcanab xyebal li âtin li mâcßaß na-oc cuiß? ¿Ma lâin ta biß xinqßuehoc êjoskßil nak yôquex chi âtinac chi joßcan?
4I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
4Cui ta lâex yôquex chi cßuluc re li raylal li yôquin chixcßulbal, lâin tinye raj ajcuiß êre joß yôquex chixyebal cue anakcuan. Tincuecßasi raj injolom ut texinseße. Ut nabal raj li cßaßak re ru tinye êre, re êchßißchßißinquil.
5but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
5Abanan incßaß raj tinbânu chi joßcan. Tincßojob raj êchßôl riqßuin châbil âtin. Ut riqßuin li cßaßru tinye, tâquehokß raj ru lê raylal.
6“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
6Abanan lâin mâcßaß na-isin re lin raylal. Nak ninâtinac incßaß na-el lin raylal, chi moco nak incßaß ninâtinac.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
7Li Dios xinixqßue chi tacuasîc. Ut xinixcanab chi mâ ani chic cuan cue.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
8Chanchan xinixqßue saß tzßalam. Chixjunileb nequeßxye nak cuan inmâc xban nak xinbaker.
9He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
9Xban nak yô xjoskßil saß inbên, chanchan xinixtßupi nak xinixqßue saß raylal. Chanchan nak naxcßuxuxi li ruch re xban xjoskßil. Incßaß narisi li rilobâl saß inbên xban nak xicß yô chicuilbal.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
10Eb li cristian nequeßxtûb rib chixyebal nak cuan inmâc ut niquineßretzßu. Chanchan nequeßxqßue chi rukß xnakß cuu nak niquineßxhob yal re xcßutbal inxutân.
11God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
11Li Dios xinixkßaxtesi saß rukßeb laj ticßtiß. Ut xinixkßaxtesi saß rukßeb li incßaß useb xnaßleb.
12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
12Sa raj saß inchßôl nak cuanquin nak li Dios quinixqßue chi cßuluc raylal. Chanchan xinixchap chincux ut xinixtßupi. Chanchan nak yô chintîcanquil riqßuin lix tzimaj.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
13Chanchan nak li Dios xinixqßue re nak lâin tineßxtîca riqßuineb lix tzimaj li yôqueb chi cutuc. Chanchan xineßxsut ut xeßxnumsi lix tzimajeb saß lin saß. Ut lin cßa xpuqßueß ut xhoyeß saß chßochß.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
14Chanchan nak nabal inhopolal xeßxqßue. Cßajoß xrahil yô chixbânunquil cue li Dios. Chanchan jun li soldado xic re chi pletic nak xqßue li raylal sa inbên.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
15Xban xrahil inchßôl xinqßue kßes ru tßicr chicuix ut xinqßue poks saß injolom.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
16Li xnakß cuu xsîpoß xban nak junes yâbac ninbânu. Ut x-oc chi môyc li xnakß cuu.
17Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
17Junes raylal nincßul usta mâ ani ninbânu raylal re. Ut chi anchal inchßôl nintijoc chiru li Dios.
18“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
18Incßaß taxak tâcanâk yal chi joßcan li raylal li yôquin chixcßulbal. Incßaß taxak tâcanâk chi mukmu li mâusilal li yôqueb chixbânunquil cue. Tinkßoko cuib chiru li Dios re nak aßan târakok âtin saß inbên.
19Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
19Mâre cuan junak saß choxa tââtinak chicuix ut tixye nak mâcßaß inmâc.
20My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
20Eb li cuamîg niquineßxhob. Abanan lâin ninyâbac ut nintzßâma intenkßanquil chiru li Dios.
21that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
21Us raj nak cuan ta junak tââtinak chicuix chiru li Dios joß nak naâtinac junak li cuînk chirix li ramîg.Yô chi osocß lin yußam. Chi sêb tincâmk ut incßaß chic tincuânk saß ruchichßochß.
22For when a few years have come, I shall go the way of no return.
22Yô chi osocß lin yußam. Chi sêb tincâmk ut incßaß chic tincuânk saß ruchichßochß.