Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
Tsy mahafantatra izay ratsy va ny vavako? Tsy mpiantafika va ny zanak’ olombelona etỳ ambonin’ ny tany? Ary tsy tahaka ny andron’ ny mpikarama va ny androny?
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
Toy ny mpanompo maniry alokaloka, ary toy ny mpikarama miandry ny karaman’ ny asany,
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
Dia toy izany no anaovana ahy hahita volana mampahory, ary alina mahadisadisa no tendrena ho ahy.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
Raha vao mandry aho, dia mieritreritra hoe: Rahoviana re no hifoha aho? Fa mihalava izany ny alina, ary mivadibadika indrindra aho mandra-pahazavan’ ny andro.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Ny nofoko mitafy olitra sy baingan-tany; efa maina ny hoditro, kanjo mitsiranorano indray.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
Faingana noho ny famahanan-tenona ny androko ka lany tsy misy fanantenana.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
Tsarovy fa rivotra ny aiko: ary tsy hahita soa intsony ny masoko.
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
Tsy hahita ahy intsony ny mason’ izay mijery ahy: Ny masonao hizaha ahy, fa tsy ho ao aho.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
Tahaka ny rahona misava ka levona, dia tahaka izany koa, izay midìna any amin’ ny fiainan-tsi-hita tsy mba hiakatra intsony; (Sheol h7585)
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
Tsy hiverina any an-tranony intsony izy. Ary tsy hahalala azy intsony ny fonenany.
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.
Ary izaho dia tsy hamehy vava, Fa hiteny noho ny fahorian’ ny fanahiko sy hitaraina noho ny fangidian’ ny aiko.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
Ranomasina va aho, na trozona, No dia asianao fiambenana?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
Raha hoy izaho: Hampionona ahy ny farafarako, hampitony ny fitarainako ny fandriako.
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
Dia mampitahotra ahy amin’ ny nofy Hianao ary mampihorohoro ahy amin’ ny tsindrimandry;
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
Ka dia aleon’ ny fanahiko ny hokendaina, eny, aleoko ny fahafatesana aza toy izay izato fitofezako izato;
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Maharikoriko ahy izao, tsy tiako ny ho velona ela; Ilaozy miala aho, fa fofona foana ny androko.
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
Inona moa ny zanak’ olombelona, no ekenao ho lehibe, ka ampandinihinao azy ny fonao,
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
Sady fantarinao isa-maraina izy; sy izahanao toetra isaky ny indray mipi-maso?
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
Mandra-pahoviana re vao hihodina tsy hijery ahy Hianao, ka mba hiala amiko mandra-piteliko rora?
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?
Na dia ho nanota aza aho, nampaninona Anao moa izany, ry Mpandinika ny olombelona? Nahoana no dia nataonao fikendry aho, ka efa tonga enta-mavesatra amiko aho?
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.”
Ary nahoana no tsy mamela ny fahadisoako sy manaisotra ny heloko Hianao? Fa izao dia efa handry any amin’ ny vovoka aho; ary hitady ahy fatratra Hianao, fa tsy ho atỳ intsony aho.
