Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
U A uluhua ko'u naau i kuu ola ana; E waiho iho au i kuu ulono ana ia'u iho; E olelo aku au maloko o ka ehaeha o kuu naau.
2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
E i aku au i ke Akua, Mai hoohewa mai oe ia'u; E hoike mai oe i ka mea au e hakaka mai nei me au.
3 Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
He mea maikai anei ia oe, e hookaumaha, A e hoowahawaha i ka hana a kou lima, A e hoomalamalama ae maluna o ka manao o ka poe hewa?
4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
O ko ke kino mau maka anei kou? Ua ike anei oe e like me ka ike ana a ke kanaka?
5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
Ua like anei kou mau la me na la o ke kanaka? Ua like anei kou mau makahiki me na la o ke kanaka,
6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
I ninau mai ai oe i kuu hala, A imi mai ai hoi i ko'u hewa?
7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
Ma kou ike aohe o'u hewa; Aohe mea nana e hoopakele mai kou lima aku.
8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
Ua hana kou mau lima ia'u, A ua hoopaa mai oe ia'u a puni; Aka, ke luku mai nei oe ia'u.
9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
Ke noi aku nei au ia oe e hoomanao, Ua hana mai oe ia'u, e like me ka lepo; A e hoihoi anei oe ia'u i ka lepo?
10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Aole anei oe i ninini iho ia'u me he waiu la, A i hoopaakiki mai hoi ia'u, me he waiupaa la?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
Ua uhi mai oe ia'u i ka ili a me ka io, A ua hoopaa mai oe ia'u i na iwi a me na olona.
12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Ua hana mai oe iloko i ke ola a me ka pomaikai, A ua malama mai kou kiai ana i kuu uhane.
13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
O keia mau mea kau i huna'i iloko o kou naau: Ua ike no wau, aia no me oe keia mea.
14 If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
Ina e hana hewa au, alaila hoomanao mai no oe ia'u, Aole oe e kela mai ia'u, mai ko'u hewa aku.
15 And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
Ina ua hewa au, auwe hoi wau; Ina ua pono au, aole wau e hookiekie i ko'u poo. Ua piha au i ka hilahila; A ua ike au i kuu poino;
16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
Ina e hookiekieia auanei ia, Ke hoohalua nei oe ia'u, me he liona la: A hoike hou mai oe ia oe iho he mana maluna o'u.
17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
Ke hoala hou nei oe i kou mau hoike ku e ia'u, A ke hoonui nei i kou inaina ia'u; A ke hoomahuahua mau nei na puali kaua ia'u.
18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
No ke aha la hoi oe i lawe mai ai ia'u, mai ka opu mai: Ina ua make au ilaila, A ua ike ole ka maka ia'u!
19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
Ina ua like au me he mea ola ole la, Ina ua laweia'ku au mai ka opu aku, a ka luakupapau.
20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
Aole anei he uuku ko'u mau la? U'oki pela, a e waiho ia'u, i oluolu iki iho ai au,
21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
Mamua o kuu hele ana'ku i kahi aole au e hoi hou mai, I ka aina pouli, a me ka malu make;
22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
He aina poeleele e like me ka pouli; He malu make, aohe mea i hooponoponoia, A o ka malamalama, ua like ia me ka pouli.
