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.
“ʻIkai ʻoku ai ʻae kuonga kuo tuʻutuʻuni ki he tangata ʻi māmani? pea tatau hono ngaahi ʻaho mo e ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe ngāue unga?
2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
ʻO hangē ko e holi lahi ʻae tamaioʻeiki ki he malumalu, pea hangē ko e ʻamanaki ʻae ngāue unga ki he totongi ʻo ʻene ngāue:
3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
ʻOku pehē, kuo tuku ke ʻaʻaku ʻae ngaahi māhina mamahi, pea kuo tuʻutuʻuni kiate au ʻae ngaahi pō fakamamahi.
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.
ʻO kau ka tokoto hifo, ʻoku ou pehē, ‘te u tuʻu hake ʻafē, kuo ʻosi ʻae pō?’ Pea ʻoku ou fiu ʻi he fetafokifokiʻaki ʻo aʻu ki he maʻa ʻae ʻaho.
5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
Kuo kofuʻaki hoku sino ʻae ʻuanga mo e ngaahi konga kelekele; kuo mafahifahi hoku kili, pea kuo fakalielia.
6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
Ko hoku ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku vave ʻi he faʻonga filo ʻoe tangata lalanga, pea ʻoku fakaʻosi ia taʻehaʻamanaki lelei.
7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
ʻOfa ke manatuʻi ko e matangi ʻa ʻeku moʻui: ʻE ʻikai toe mamata ʻa hoku mata ki he lelei.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
Ko e mata ʻo ia kuo ne mamata kiate au ʻe ʻikai toe mamata mai: ʻoku ʻiate au ho fofonga, pea u ʻikai leva.
9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. (Sheol h7585)
ʻO hangē ko e fakamovetevete ʻo mole atu ʻae ʻao: ʻoku pehē, ko ia ʻoku ʻalu hifo ki he faʻitoka ʻe ʻikai toe ʻalu hake. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
ʻE ʻikai toe foki ia ki hono fale, pea ʻe ʻikai toe ʻiloʻi ia ʻe hono potu.
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.
“Ko ia ʻe ʻikai te u taʻofi ki hoku ngutu; te u lea ʻi he ongosia ʻo hoku laumālie; te u lāunga ʻi he mamahi ʻo hoku laumālie.
12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
He ko ha tahi au pe ko e tofuaʻa, koeʻuhi kuo ke fakanofo ha leʻo kiate au?
13 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
ʻO kau ka pehē, ‘ʻE fakafiemālieʻi au ʻe hoku mohenga, ʻe fakasiʻisiʻi hoku mamahi ʻe hoku tokotoʻanga;’
14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
ʻOku ke fakailifiaʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi misi, pea ke fakalilikaʻi au ʻi he ngaahi meʻa hā mai:
15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
Ko ia ʻoku fili ai ʻe hoku laumālie ʻae sisina, mo e mate ʻi heʻeku moʻui.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
ʻOku ou fakaliliʻa ki ai; ʻe ʻikai te u fie moʻui ai pe: tuku ai pe au; he ko e vaʻinga pe ʻa hoku ngaahi ʻaho.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
He ko e hā ʻae tangata, ʻoku ke hakeakiʻi ai ia? Pea koeʻuhi ke ke tukupau ho loto kiate ia?
18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
Pea koeʻuhi ke ke ʻaʻahi ki ai ʻi he pongipongi kotoa pē, mo ʻahiʻahiʻi ia ʻi he kihiʻi feituʻulaʻā siʻi kotoa pē?
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
ʻE fēfē hono fuoloa mo e ʻikai te ke ʻalu ʻiate au, pe tuku pe au ke ʻoua muʻa ke u folo hifo hoku ifo?
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?
Kuo u fai angahala; ko e hā te u fai kiate koe, ʻa koe ko e fakamoʻui ʻoe kakai? Ko e hā kuo ke fokotuʻu ai au ko e fakaʻilonga maʻau, ke u hoko ai ko e kavenga, kiate au pe?
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.
Pea ko e hā ʻoku ʻikai ai ke ke fakamolemole ʻeku angahala, pea toʻo atu ʻeku fai hala? He ko eni te u mohe pe ʻi he efu; pe te ke kumi au ʻi he pongipongi, ka ʻe ʻikai te u ʻi ai au.”
