Job 10
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Na da esalumu hihi gala. Na egasu sia: nabima!
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
Gode! Na bogoma: ne, mae fofada: ma! Nama adoma! Na da adi hamoiga fofada: bela: ?
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Di da nama mae asigiliwane se ianumu da defeala: ? Di da na hamoi dagoi. Amaiba: le, Dia wali na higamu da defeala: ? Amola Di da wadela: le hamosu dunu ilia wadela: i ilegesu hahawane ba: mu da defeala: ?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Di da nini osobo bagade dunu ninia hou defele, liligi ba: sala: ?
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
Dia esalebe ode da ninia esalebe ode defele dunumunihadi ganabela: ? Hame mabu!
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
Amaiba: le, Dia da abuliba: le na wadela: i hou huluane hogosala: ? Amola na giadofai huluane benea ahoasu defele ba: sala: ?
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
Di dawa: ! Na da wadela: le hame hamoi. Amola Di da nama doagala: sea, enoga na gaga: mu da hamedei.
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
Di da Dia loboga na da: i hamoi dagoi. Be wali Di da Dia loboga, na gugunufinisisa.
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Di da na osoboga hamoi dagoi, amo mae gogolema! Be wali Di da na goudane, bu gulu hamoma: bela: ?
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
Di da na ada na hamoma: ne, ema gasa i. Dia na ame ea hagomo ganodini, na hamoi dagoi.
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Di da na da: i hodo amola gasa amola momoge hamoi. Di da na gasa amo huga amola gadofoga dedebolesi.
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
Di da nama esalusu amola asigi hou i dagoi. Di da na noga: le ouligibiba: le, na da esalebe goea.
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
Be na da wali dawa: Amo musa: esoga, Di da wamowane na wadela: musa: ilegelalu.
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Di da na wadela: le hamosa: besa: le, eso huluane na hou ha: giwane sosodosu. Amola na da wadela: le hamoi ganiaba, Di da amo hou hame gogolema: ne olofomu dawa: la: loba.
15 If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.
Na da fonobahadi fawane wadela: le hamosea, na da Dia se dabe iasu ba: sa. Be na da moloidafa hamosea, Dia hahawane iasu hame ba: sa. Na da da: i dioi bagade amola bagadewane gogosiasa.
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
Na da noga: le didili hamosea, dunu da laione wa: me fane legemusa: benea ahoabe amo defele, Di da na sebobogesa. Di da na se nabima: ne, musa: hame ba: su gasa bagade hou amolawane hamosa.
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
Di da eso huluane na dafama: ne, ba: su dunu ilegesa. Dia ougi hou da nama doagaga: sa heda: sa. Di da eso huluane nama gaheabolo doagala: musa: ilegesa.
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
Gode! Dia da abuliba: le na lalelegema: ne hamobela: ? Na dunu enoga mae ba: le bogomu da defea galu.
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
Na da hamedafa lalelegemu da defea galu. Be amai hame galea, na da lalelegeloba, hedolo bogomu da defea galu.
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Na esalusu da gadenene agoane dagobela: ? Na yolesima! Na da fonobahadi fawane bu esalumu. Amaiba: le, amo eso bagahamega hahawane esalumusa: , Dia logo doasima!
21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
Na da gadenenewane ahoabe goea. Na da bu hame misunu. Na da gasi galebe sogega masunu.
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
Amo soge da gasi bagade. Amo ganodini baba bagohame gala. Amo soge da ededenasu soge. Amola amoga hadigi da gasi agoane ba: sa.”
