Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Nayini bomoi na ngai! Nakokoba kaka komilela, nakoloba na mongongo makasi mpe na pasi ya motema na ngai.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
Nakoloba na Nzambe: ‹ Kokatela ngai etumbu te, yebisa ngai mabe nini nasali! ›
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Boni, ozali kosepela konyokola ngai, kobwaka ekelamu oyo maboko na Yo esali, mpe kolongisa mabongisi ya bato mabe?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Boni, ozali na miso ya mosuni? Ozali komona lokola bato?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
Boni, mikolo na Yo ezali lokola mikolo ya bato, mpe mibu na yo, lokola mibu ya bato,
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
mpo ete oluka mabe na ngai to okundola masumu na ngai,
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
atako oyebi malamu ete nasali na ngai mabe te, mpe ete ezali na moto moko te oyo akoki kokangola ngai na loboko na Yo?
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
Maboko na Yo nde ebongisaki ngai mpe esalaki ngai; olingi sik’oyo kobenda nzoto mpe koboma ngai?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Kanisa ete Yo moko nde obongisaki ngai lokola mabele ya bikeko; olingi sik’oyo kozongisa ngai na putulu?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Osopaki ngai lokola miliki te? Okangisaki ngai mbuma-mbuma te lokola fromage?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
Olatisaki ngai poso ya nzoto mpe misuni te? Otongaki mikuwa mpe misisa na ngai te?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Opesaki ngai bomoi mpe otalisaki ngai bolamu; mpe na bonzambe na Yo, obatelaki molimo na ngai.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Kasi tala likambo oyo obombaki kati na motema na Yo, mpe nayebi ete ezalaka kati na makanisi na Yo.
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
Soki nasalaki masumu, olingaki komona ngai, mpe olingaki te kozanga kopesa ngai etumbu mpo na masumu na ngai.
15 If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; —
Soki nazali na ngambo, wana mawa na ngai! Ata nasali mabe te, nazali kokoka te kotombola moto, pamba te natondisami na soni mpe nazindi kati na pasi na ngai.
16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
Soki nameki kotombola moto, ozali kolanda ngai lokola nkosi mpe ozali kobimisela ngai mayele na Yo nyonso mpo na kotelemela ngai,
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
ozali komemela ngai batatoli ya sika mpo na kotelemela ngai, ozali kopelisela ngai kanda na Yo mpo na kosala ngai mabe, mampinga na Yo bazali tango nyonso koya kobundisa ngai.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
Mpo na nini obimisaki ngai na libumu ya mama na ngai? Nalingaki na ngai kokufa, mpe liso moko te elingaki komona ngai.
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Soki kutu nazalaka na ngai te, nalingaki koleka kaka mbala moko longwa na libumu ya mama kino na kunda.
20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
Boni, mwa ndambo ya mikolo na ngai esili te? Kende ata mosika na ngai mpo ete nazwa ata tango ya kosepela
21 Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
liboso ete nakende na esika oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te, na mokili ya molili, mokili ya kufa,
22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
na mokili ya molili makasi, ya kufa mpe ya mobulu, epai wapi ata pole ezalaka molili. »
