Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, 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 to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
Nakoloba na Nzambe: ‹ Kokatela ngai etumbu te, yebisa ngai mabe nini nasali! ›
3 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help 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, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Boni, ozali na miso ya mosuni? Ozali komona lokola bato?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Boni, mikolo na Yo ezali lokola mikolo ya bato, mpe mibu na yo, lokola mibu ya bato,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
mpo ete oluka mabe na ngai to okundola masumu na ngai,
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver 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 made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
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 the clay, and thou 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 milked me 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: thou hast put 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 mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Opesaki ngai bomoi mpe otalisaki ngai bolamu; mpe na bonzambe na Yo, obatelaki molimo na ngai.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
Kasi tala likambo oyo obombaki kati na motema na Yo, mpe nayebi ete ezalaka kati na makanisi na Yo.
14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
Soki nasalaki masumu, olingaki komona ngai, mpe olingaki te kozanga kopesa ngai etumbu mpo na masumu na ngai.
15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
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 for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
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 against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against 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 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see 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 have been as if I had not 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 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow 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 return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
liboso ete nakende na esika oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te, na mokili ya molili, mokili ya kufa,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
na mokili ya molili makasi, ya kufa mpe ya mobulu, epai wapi ata pole ezalaka molili. »
