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.
Kua hoha toku wairua ki toku ora; ka tukua e ahau taku tangi kia rere ana; ka korero ahau i te kikiwatanga o toku ngakau.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
Ka mea ahau ki te Atua, Kaua ahau e whakahengia; whakakitea ki ahau te take i totohe ai koe ki ahau.
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
He mea pai ranei ki a koe kia tukino koe, kia whakahawea ki te mahi a ou ringa, a kia whiti tou marama ki te whakaaro o te hunga kino?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
He kanohi kikokiko ranei ou? he penei ranei tau titiro me ta te tangata titiro?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
He rite ranei ou ra ki o te tangata ra? He rite ranei ou tau ki o te tangata ra?
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
I uiuia ai e koe toku kino, i rapua ai e koe toku hara?
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
Ahakoa e mohio ana ano koe ehara ahau i te mea he, kahore ano tetahi hei whakaora i roto i tou ringa?
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
Na ou ringa ahau i mahi, i hanga, he mea hono marie i tetahi taha, i tetahi taha; otiia e whakangaromia ana ahau e koe.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Kia mahara ra, nau ahau i hanga, ano he paru; tera ranei koe e whakahoki ano i ahau ki te puehu?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
He teka ianei he mea riringi ahau nau ano he waiu, meinga ana ahau e koe kia tetepe ano he tiihi?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
Nau ahau i whakakakahu ki te kiri, ki te kikokiko, a nau ano ahau i hohou ki te wheua, ki te uaua.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Whakawhiwhi ana ahau e koe ki te ora, ki te atawhai, a he tirotirohanga mai nau i mau ai toku wairua.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Heoi huna ana ano enei mea e koe i roto i tou ngakau: e mohio ana hoki ahau kei a koe ano tenei.
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
Ki te hara ahau, ka matauria e koe; e kore ano koe e whakakahore ki toku he.
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; —
Ki te he ahau, aue toku mate: ki te tika ahau, e kore tonu e ara toku mahunga; he ki hoki noku i te whakama me te titiro iho ki toku mate.
16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
A ki te whakarewa ake toku mahunga i a ia, ka whaia ahau e koe ano he raiona; a ka whakakite ano koe i a koe, i tou miharo, ki ahau.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
E whakahoutia ana e koe au kaiwhakaatu i oku he, e whakanuia ana hoki e koe tou riri ki ahau; ko nga putanga ketanga ko te whawhai hei pehi i ahau.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
He aha ra ahau i whakaputaina mai ai e koe i roto i te kopu? te hemo noa atu ai ahau, a kihai tetahi kanohi i kite i ahau.
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Penei kua rite ahau, ano kua kahore noa iho; kua mauria atu ahau i te kopu ki te urupa.
20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
He teka ranei he torutoru oku ra? Kati ra, waiho ake koa ahau, kia ahua makoha ana i tenei wa iti,
21 Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Keiwha haere, ahau ki te wahi e kore nei ahau e hoki mai, ki te whenua o te pouri, o te atarangi o te mata;
22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
Ki te whenua o te pouri kerekere, o te tino o te pouri; he whenua no te atarangi o te mate, kahore nei o reira tikanga, a ko tona marama, koia ano te pouri.
