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.
Maharikoriko ahy ny aiko; Hamoaka ny fitarainako aho sy hiteny noho ny fangidian’ ny fanahiko
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
Hanao amin’ Andriamanitra hoe aho: Aza manameloka ahy; Mba ampahalalao izay anton’ ny iadianao amiko aho.
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?
Mahafaly Anao va ny hampahory sy hanary ny efa nisasaranao ka hamirapiratra amin’ ny fisainan’ ny ratsy fanahy?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Manana maso nofo va Hianao? Na mijery tahaka ny fijerin’ ny zanak’ olombelona?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Tahaka ny andron’ ny zanak’ olombelona va ny andronao? Na tahaka ny taonan’ ny olombelona ny taonanao,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
No dia mikaroka izay heloko Hianao sy mikatsaka izay fahotako,
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
Na dia fantatrao aza fa tsy mba ratsy fanahy aho, ary tsy misy mahavonjy amin’ ny tananao?
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
Ny tananao ihany no namorona ahy ka nanisy endrika izao tenako rehetra izao, kanjo levoninao indray aho izao.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
Masìna Hianao, tsarovy fa notefenao toy ny tanimanga aho, ka hamerina ahy amin’ ny vovoka indray Hianao!
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Tsy naidinao toy ny ronono va aho ka nampandrinao toy ny ronono-mandry?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
Eny, notafianao hoditra sy nofo aho ary norarinao tamin’ ny taolana sy ny ozatra.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Aina sy famindram-po no nomenao ahy; Ary ny fiahianao no niaro ny aiko.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
Saingy izao no nafeninao tao am-ponao, eny, fantatro fa tao aminao izao:
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?
Raha manota aho, dia mamantatra ahy Hianao ka tsy manafaka ahy amin’ ny heloko.
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.
Raha meloka aho, dia lozako! Ary na dia marina aza aho, dia tsy ho sahy miandrandra, satria feno henatra sady mahatsiaro fahoriana aho.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
Fa raha sahy miandrandra aho, dia hihaza ahy tahaka ny liona masiaka Hianao; Ary hiverina indray Hianao, ka ho mahagaga ny famelinao ahy.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
Mbola hanangana vavolombelona vaovao mandrakariva hanameloka ahy Hianao sy hampitombo ny fahatezeranao amiko; Fahavalo mifanontona no mamely ahy.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
Ka nahoana no namoaka ahy foana avy tany am-bohoka Hianao? Fa raha tsy izany, dia ho niala aina aho, ka tsy mba nisy maso nahita ahy akory.
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
Ary efa toy ny tsy ary aho. Ka nentina avy tany an-kibo ho any am-pasana.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
Tsy vitsy va ny androko? Koa mitsahara Hianao, mihataha mba hakako aina kely,
21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
Dieny tsy mbola lasa tsy hiverina aho, dia ho any amin’ ny tanin’ ny aizina sy ny aloky ny fahafatesana,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
Ho any amin’ ny tany maizim-pito, dia ny an’ ny aloky ny fahafatesana sy ny fikorontanana, sady maizim-pito ny famirapiratana any.
