Job 10
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Agara ìwà ayé mi dá mi tán; èmi yóò tú àròyé mi sókè lọ́dọ̀ mi èmi yóò máa sọ̀rọ̀ nínú kíkorò ìbìnújẹ́ ọkàn mi.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
Èmi yóò wí fún Ọlọ́run pé, má ṣe dá mi lẹ́bi; fihàn mí nítorí ìdí ohun tí ìwọ fi ń bá mi jà.
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Ó ha tọ́ tí ìwọ ìbá fi máa ni mí lára, tí ìwọ ìbá fi máa gan iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ, tí ìwọ yóò fi máa tàn ìmọ́lẹ̀ sí ìmọ̀ ènìyàn búburú?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Ojú rẹ kì ha ṣe ojú ènìyàn bí? Tàbí ìwọ a máa ríran bí ènìyàn ti í ríran?
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
Ọjọ́ rẹ ha dàbí ọjọ́ ènìyàn, ọdún rẹ ha dàbí ọjọ́ ènìyàn,
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
tí ìwọ fi ń béèrè àìṣedéédéé mi, tí ìwọ sì fi wá ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ mi rí?
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
Ìwọ mọ̀ pé èmi kì í ṣe oníwà búburú, kò sì sí ẹni tí ó le gbà mí kúrò ní ọwọ́ rẹ?
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
“Ọwọ́ rẹ ni ó mọ mi, tí ó sì da mi. Síbẹ̀ ìwọ tún yípadà láti jẹ mí run.
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Èmi bẹ̀ ọ́ rántí pé ìwọ ti mọ mí bí amọ̀. Ìwọ yóò ha sì tún mú mi padà lọ sínú erùpẹ̀?
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
Ìwọ kò ha ti tú mí dà jáde bí i wàrà, ìwọ kò sì mú mí dìpọ̀ bí i wàràǹkàṣì?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Ìwọ sá ti fi àwọ̀ ẹran-ara wọ̀ mí, ìwọ sì fi egungun àti iṣan ṣọgbà yí mi ká.
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
Ìwọ ti fún mi ní ẹ̀mí àti ojúrere, ìbẹ̀wò rẹ sì pa ọkàn mi mọ́.
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
“Nǹkan wọ̀nyí ni ìwọ sì ti fi pamọ́ nínú rẹ; èmi mọ̀ pé, èyí ń bẹ ní ọkàn rẹ.
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Bí mo bá ṣẹ̀, nígbà náà ni ìwọ yóò máa ṣọ́ mi ìwọ kì yóò sì dárí àìṣedéédéé mi jì.
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.
Bí mo bá ṣe ẹni búburú, ègbé ni fún mi! Bí mo bá sì ṣe ẹni rere, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò sì le gbe orí mi sókè, èmi dààmú mo si wo ìpọ́njú mi.
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
Bí mo bá gbé orí mi ga, ìwọ ń dẹ mí kiri bi i kìnnìún àti pẹ̀lú, ìwọ a sì fi ara rẹ hàn fún mi ní ìyànjú.
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
Ìwọ sì tún mu àwọn ẹlẹ́rìí rẹ dìde sí mi di ọ̀tún ìwọ sì sọ ìrunú rẹ di púpọ̀ sí mi; àwọn ogun rẹ si dìde sinmi bi igbe omi Òkun.
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
“Nítorí kí ni ìwọ ṣe mú mi jáde láti inú wá? Háà! Èmi ìbá kúkú ti kú, ojúkójú kì bá tí rí mi.
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
Tí kò bá le jẹ́ pé èmi wà láààyè, à bá ti gbé mi láti inú lọ isà òkú.
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Ọjọ́ mi kò ha kúrú bí? Rárá! Dáwọ́ dúró, kí ó sì yí padà kúrò lọ́dọ̀ mi. Nítorí kí èmi lè ni ayọ̀ ní ìṣẹ́jú kan.
21 before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
Kí èmi kí ó tó lọ sí ibi tí èmi kì yóò padà sẹ́yìn mọ́, àní si ilẹ̀ òkùnkùn àti òjìji ikú,
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
ilẹ̀ òkùnkùn bí òkùnkùn tìkára rẹ̀, àti ti òjìji ikú àti rúdurùdu, níbi tí ìmọ́lẹ̀ dàbí òkùnkùn.”
