Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
“Ndụ mmadụ nʼụwa ọ bụghị ọgụ na mgba? Ụbọchị ya ọ dịghị ka ụbọchị onye e goro ọrụ?
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
Dịka ọhụ na-eche mgbe anyanwụ ga-ada, maọbụ dịka onye e goro ọrụ si ele anya ụgwọ ọrụ ya,
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
otu a ka e si kenye m ọtụtụ ọnwa nke obi ụtọ na-adịghị nʼime ya, nakwa abalị nhụju anya dị nʼime ya.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
Mgbe m na-edina ala, ana m asị, ‘Olee mgbe m ga-ebili?’ Abalị na-eseti onwe ya, nʼihi ya, m na-anọ na-atụgharị onwe m tutu chi abọọ.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Lee na anụ ahụ m jupụtara nʼikpuru, na akpụkpọ; anụ ahụ m etiwasịala jupụta nʼọnya.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
“Ụbọchị nke ndụ m na-agabiga ngwangwa karịa ihe eji akpa akwa nke ọkpa akwa, ha na-agwụcha na-enweghị olileanya ọbụla.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
O Chineke cheta na ndụ m bụ naanị otu nkuume; anya m abụọ agaghị ahụkwa ọṅụ ọzọ.
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
Anya na-ahụ m ugbu a agaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ; unu ga-achọ m ma unu agaghị a hụ m ọzọ.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
Dịka igwe ojii si efefusi ma na-agbasa, otu a ka ọ dịrị onye na-arịda nʼime ili ọ naghị arịpụtakwa. (Sheol h7585)
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
E, ọ naghị alọghachikwa nʼụlọ ya ọzọ; ebe ya agaghị amakwa ya ọzọ.
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.
“Ya mere agaghị m emechi ọnụ; aga m ekwupụta nʼihi ihe mgbu dị m nʼime mmụọ. Aga m eme mkpesa nʼihi ihe ilu dị m nʼobi.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
A bụ m oke osimiri, maọbụ anụ ukwu dị nʼogbu osimiri, nke mere i ji eche m nche?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
Mgbe m chere na ihe ndina m ga-akasị m obi, maọbụ na oche izuike m ga-ewepụ ntamu m,
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
nʼagbanyeghị na ị na-eji nrọ menye m egwu werekwa ịhụ ọhụ mee ka m maa jijiji,
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
ya mere, ahọrọ m ị bụ onye a tọgburu atọgbu na ọnwụ, karịa inwe ụdị ahụ m nke a.
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Ana m asọ ndụ m oyi; agaghị m adị ndụ ruo ebighị ebi. Nʼihi ya, hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m, nʼihi na ụbọchị ndụ m enweghị isi.
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
“Gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-agụ ya dịka ihe, i ji na-elenye anya nʼihe gbasara ya,
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
i ji na-enyocha ya ụtụtụ niile, ma na-anwale ya mgbe mgbe?
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
Ị gaghị elepụ anya gị site nʼebe m nọ, maọbụ hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m loda asụ mmiri?
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?
Ọ bụrụ na m emehiela, gịnị ka m mere megide gị, gị onye na-ahụ ihe niile anyị na-eme? Gịnị mere i ji elekwasị m anya? Abụrụla m ibu arọ nye gị?
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.”
Ọ bụ na i nweghị ike ịgbaghara m njehie m, ma bupụ mmehie m? Nʼihi na oge ọnwụ m eruola nso, e, oge a ga-eliba m nʼaja, ma m nwụọ. Mgbe ahụ ị ga-achọ m, ma ị gaghị ahụkwa m anya ọzọ, nʼihi na agaghị m adịkwa.”
