Job 16
1 Then Job, answering, said:
Yobo azongisaki:
2 I have often heard such things; you are all aggravating comforters.
« Nayoki maloba ebele ya lolenge oyo; bino nyonso bozali babondisi mabe.
3 Will there be no end to windy words? Or is it at all a burden to you, if you speak?
Kino tango nini bokotika koloba maloba ya pamba-pamba boye? Likambo nini etindi yo lisusu kozongela maloba?
4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul. I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.
Ngai mpe nakokaki koloba lokola bino, soki bozalaki na esika na ngai, nakokaki kobimisa maloba ebele mpe koningisa moto mpo na bino.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
Kasi monoko na ngai elingaki kolendisa bino, mpe bibebu na ngai elingaki koningana mpo na kokitisa bino mitema kati na pasi.
6 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
Nzokande, soki nalobi, pasi na ngai ekosila te; bongo soki nakangi monoko nde pasi yango elongwe na bomoi na ngai?
7 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
Oh Nzambe! Solo penza, olembisi ngai! Obebisi ndako na ngai nyonso,
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
ofini-fini ngai makasi penza, mpe kokonda na ngai ekomi ata kotatola mpe kofunda ngai na miso ya bato!
9 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
Kanda na Yo ezali kopasola mpe kobundisa ngai, okomi ata kolia minu mpo na kosala ngai mabe mpe kotala ngai na miso mabe lokola nde nazali monguna na yo.
10 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.
Bato mabe bafungoli minoko mpo na kotiola ngai, bakomi kobeta ngai bambata na matama mpo na kosambwisa ngai, bango nyonso basaleli ngai likita.
11 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.
Nzambe akabi ngai na maboko ya bato mabe mpe abwaki ngai na manzaka na bango.
12 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has placed me before him as a sign.
Makambo nyonso ezalaki kotambola malamu mpo na ngai, kasi aningisi ngai, akangi ngai na kingo mpe apanzi ngai, akomisi ngai lokola eloko na Ye ya komekela makonga;
13 He has surrounded me with his lances. He has severely wounded my lower back, he has not been lenient, and he has poured out my organs upon the earth.
makonga na Ye ezingeli ngai, atoboli-toboli libumu na ngai, mpe na mawa te, asopi makila na ngai na mabele.
14 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.
Tango nyonso, azali kaka kozokisa ngai mpe kokweya likolo na ngai lokola elombe.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.
Natongi elamba na ngai ya saki na poso ya nzoto na ngai mpe nakundi lokumu na ngai nyonso na se ya putulu.
16 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.
Likolo ya kolela, elongi na ngai ekomi motane, mpe molili ezingeli miso na ngai.
17 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.
Nzokande, maboko na ngai etikala kosala moto mabe te, mpe libondeli na ngai ezalaki kosalema na motema peto.
18 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
Oh mabele, kozipa makila na ngai te! Kotika te ete koganga na ngai ezwa tango ya kopema!
19 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
Wuta sik’oyo, motatoli na ngai azali na Likolo, molobeli na ngai azali na Lola.
20 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
Baninga na ngai bakomi koseka ngai; nazali nde kolela epai ya Nzambe na mpinzoli.
21 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
Boni, ezali solo na molobeli oyo akoki kolobela moto liboso ya Nzambe ndenge moto alobelaka moninga na ye?
22 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.
Solo, motango ya mibu na ngai ekomi pene ya kosila, mpe nakokende na ngai na nzela oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te.
