Job 7
1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
“Ko, munhu haashandi zvakaoma panyika here? Ko, mazuva ake haana kuita seomushandi here?
2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
Somuranda anoshuva mimvuri yamadekwana, kana mushandi akamirira kwazvo mubayiro wake,
3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
saizvozvo ndakagoverwa mwedzi isina maturo, uye usiku hwokutambudzika hwakagoverwa kwandiri.
4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
Pandinovata pasi ndinofunga kuti, ‘Ndichamuka riniko?’ Usiku hunononoka, uye ndinoshanduka-shanduka kusvikira mambakwedza.
5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
Muviri wangu wakafukidzwa nehonye uye nemaronda, ganda rangu rakatsemuka uye raora.
6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
“Mazuva angu ari kukurumidza kufamba kukunda chokurukisa chomuruki, uye anosvika kumagumo asina tariro.
7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
Rangarirai henyu, imi Mwari, kuti upenyu hwangu hunongova mweya wokufema; meso angu haachazoonizve mufaro.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
Ziso rinondiona zvino harichazondionizve; muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.
9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. (Sheol h7585)
Sokunyangarika kunoita gore ndokuenda, saizvozvo uyo anoburukira kubwiro haadzokizve. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
Haachazouyi kumba kwakezve; nzvimbo yake haichazomuzivizve.
11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.
“Naizvozvo handinganyarari; ndichataura pakurwadza kwomweya wangu, ndichanyunyuta mushungu dzomwoyo wangu,
12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
Ko, ndiri gungwa kanhi, kana chikara chokwakadzika, zvamunondiisa pasi pomurindi?
13 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
Pandinofunga kuti mubhedha wangu uchandivaraidza, uye kuti mubhedha wangu uchadzikamisa kunyunyuta kwangu,
14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
ipapo munondityisidzira nezviroto uye munondivhundutsa nezviratidzo,
15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
zvokuti ndinosarudza kuti ndidzipwe ndife hangu, pachinzvimbo chomuviri wangu uno.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
Ndinozvidza upenyu hwangu, handidi kurarama nokusingaperi. Ndiregei nokuti mazuva angu haana zvaanoreva.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
“Munhu chiiko zvamunomukoshesa kudai, zvamunomurangarira zvakadai,
18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
zvamunomunzvera mangwanani ose uye muchimuedza nguva dzose?
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
Hamusi kuzombotarirawo kudivi here, kana kumbondisiyawo ndakadaro kwechinguva?
20 I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself?
Kana ndakatadza, ndakaiteiko kwamuri, imi mutariri wavanhu? Makaitireiko kuti ini ndive munhu wamunovavarira? Ko, ini ndava mutoro kwamuri here?
21 Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain.
Nemhaka yeiko musingandikanganwiri mhaka dzangu uye musingandiregereri zvivi zvangu? Nokuti ndichavata muguruva nokukurumidza. Muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.”
