Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
“Èske lòm pa oblije fè kòve sou latè? Èske jou li yo pa tankou jou a yon ouvriye jounalye?
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
Tankou esklav ki rale souf pou rive nan lonbraj, tankou jounalye k ap tann kòb li,
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
se konsa mwen jwenn mwa yo plen mizè, e nwit plen ak gwo twoub k ap dezinyen pou mwen.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
Lè m kouche mwen di: ‘Se kilè m ap leve?’ Men nwit lan kontinye; m ap vire tounen jis rive nan maten.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Chè m abiye ak vè ak kal ki fèt ak pousyè. Po m vin di e li koule pij.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
Jou m yo mache pi vit ke mach aparèy tise a. Yo fini sanzespwa.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
Sonje byen ke lavi m pa plis ke yon souf; zye m p ap wè sa ki bon ankò.
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
Zye a sila ki wè m yo, p ap wè m ankò. Zye Ou va sou mwen, men mwen p ap la ankò.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
Jan yon nwaj vin disparèt, li ale nèt. Konsa sila ki desann nan sejou lanmò a pa p monte ankò. (Sheol h7585)
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
Li p ap retounen ankò lakay li, ni plas li p ap rekonèt li ankò.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Akoz sa a, mwen p ap met fren nan bouch mwen. Mwen va pale nan doulè lespri m; mwen va plenyen nan lespri anmè mwen.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
Èske se lanmè mwen ye, oswa bèt jeyan lanmè a, pou Ou te mete gad sou mwen?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
Si mwen di: ‘Kabann mwen va ban m repo, sofa m va soulaje plent mwen,’
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
answit, Ou fè m krent ak rèv, e teworize m ak vizyon;
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
jiskaske nanm mwen ta chwazi mouri toufe; pito lanmò olye doulè mwen yo.
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Mwen fin epwize nèt; mwen p ap viv tout tan. Kite mwen sèl, paske jou mwen yo pa plis ke yon souf.
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
Kisa lòm ye pou Ou reflechi sou li e pou Ou bay ka li enpòtans,
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
pou Ou fè l pase egzamen chak maten e fè l pase eprèv chak moman?
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
Èske Ou p ap janm sispann gade m, ni kite mwen anpè jiskaske m fin vale krache m?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
Èske mwen te peche? Kisa mwen te fè Ou, Ou menm, ki gadyen lòm? Poukisa Ou te fè m objè tiraj Ou jiskaske mwen vin yon fado pou pwòp tèt mwen?
21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.”
Poukisa konsa Ou pa padone transgresyon mwen yo, e retire inikite mwen yo? Paske koulye a, mwen va kouche nan pousyè a; Ou va chache pou mwen, men m p ap la ankò.”
