Job 10
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nye agbe le ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ, eya ta maɖe asi le nye konyifafa ŋu wòado bababa eye maƒo nu le nye luʋɔ ƒe vevesese me.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
Magblɔ na Mawu be, ‘Mègabu fɔm o gake gblɔ nu siwo nye nya nètsɔ ɖe ŋutinye la nam.
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Ɖe wòle nuwò vivim be yele teyem ɖe to, be nètsɔ wò asinudɔwɔwɔ ƒu gbe eye nèle alɔgbɔnu kom na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe ɖoɖowoa?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Ŋutilãmeŋkue le tawòa? Ɖe nèkpɔa nu abe ale si amegbetɔ kodzogbea kpɔa nu enea?
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
Ɖe wò ŋkekewo le abe kodzogbeawo tɔ ene alo wò ƒewo le abe amegbetɔ tɔ ene,
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
be nàtsa adi nye vodadawo, aku nye nu vɔ̃wo gɔme,
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
evɔ nènya be nyemedze agɔ o eye ame aɖeke mate ŋu axɔm le wò asi me oa?
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
“‘Wò asiwoe wɔm eye womem. Ɖe nàtrɔ azɔ atsrɔ̃ma?
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Ɖo ŋku edzi be anyie nètsɔ mem. Ɖe nàgatrɔm azɔ mazu anyia?
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
Ɖe mètrɔm kɔ ɖe anyi abe notsi ene eye nèna mebla abe notsi babla ene oa?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Ɖe mèfa ayi kple lãkusi ɖe ŋunye eye nètem ƒo ƒu ɖe nye ƒuwo kple lãmekawo ŋuti oa?
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
Èna agbem henyo dɔ me nam eye le wò ametakpɔkpɔ la ta nèdzɔ nye gbɔgbɔ ŋuti.
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
“‘Ke esiae nèɣla ɖe wò dzi me eye menya be esia le wò susu me be,
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ la, wò ŋkuwo anɔ ŋutinye eye màgbe tohehe nam le nye vodada ta o.
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.
Ne meɖi fɔ la, baba nam! Ne nyemeɖi fɔ o gɔ̃ hã la, nyemate ŋu afɔ mo dzi o elabena ŋukpe yɔ menye fũu eye menyrɔ ɖe nye vevesese me.
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
Ne mefɔ mo dzi la, ekema èɖeam ɖe nu abe dzata ene eye nèɖea wò ŋusẽ dziŋɔ la fiana ɖe ŋutinye.
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
Èɖoa ɖasefo bubuwo ŋunye eye nèdoa dziku ɖe ŋutinye ɖe edzi, ale wò aʋakɔwo tsona ɖe ŋunye ɖe wo nɔewo yome abe ƒutsotsoewo ene.
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
“‘Ke nu ka ŋuti nèna medo tso danye ƒe dɔ me? Ɖe meku ɖe danye ƒe dɔ me la, adzɔ dzi nam ŋutɔ, anye ne ŋku aɖeke mekpɔm o.
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
Ɖe nyemedzɔ o alo wokɔm tso danye ƒe dɔ me yi yɔdo mee la, ne enyo ta!
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Ɖe nye ŋkeke ʋɛawo mewu nu kloe vɔ oa? Ɖe mo ɖa le ŋunye ale be nye hã makpɔ dzidzɔ vi aɖe,
21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
hafi ayi demagbɔnugbe, ne mayi ɖe viviti kple blukɔ ƒe anyigba dzi,
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
anyigba si dzi zã do blukɔ kpekpekpe le, teƒe si nye blukɔ tsiɖitsiɖi kple tɔtɔ teƒe, afi si kekeli le ko abe viviti ene.’”
