Job 7
1 “Isn't life for human beings like serving a sentence of hard labor? Don't their days pass like those of a hired laborer?
“Ko, munhu haashandi zvakaoma panyika here? Ko, mazuva ake haana kuita seomushandi here?
2 Like some slave longing for a bit of shade, like a hired hand anxiously waiting for pay day,
Somuranda anoshuva mimvuri yamadekwana, kana mushandi akamirira kwazvo mubayiro wake,
3 I've been given months of emptiness and nights of misery.
saizvozvo ndakagoverwa mwedzi isina maturo, uye usiku hwokutambudzika hwakagoverwa kwandiri.
4 When I go to bed I ask, ‘When shall I get up?’ But the night goes on and on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
Pandinovata pasi ndinofunga kuti, ‘Ndichamuka riniko?’ Usiku hunononoka, uye ndinoshanduka-shanduka kusvikira mambakwedza.
5 My body is covered with maggots and caked in dirt; my skin is cracked, with oozing sores.
Muviri wangu wakafukidzwa nehonye uye nemaronda, ganda rangu rakatsemuka uye raora.
6 My days pass quicker than a weaver's shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
“Mazuva angu ari kukurumidza kufamba kukunda chokurukisa chomuruki, uye anosvika kumagumo asina tariro.
7 Remember that my life is just a breath; I will not see happiness again.
Rangarirai henyu, imi Mwari, kuti upenyu hwangu hunongova mweya wokufema; meso angu haachazoonizve mufaro.
8 Those watching me won't see me anymore; your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
Ziso rinondiona zvino harichazondionizve; muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.
9 When a cloud disappears, it's gone, just as anyone who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
Sokunyangarika kunoita gore ndokuenda, saizvozvo uyo anoburukira kubwiro haadzokizve. (Sheol h7585)
10 They will never return home, and the people they knew will forget them.
Haachazouyi kumba kwakezve; nzvimbo yake haichazomuzivizve.
11 So, no, I won't hold my tongue—I will speak in the agony of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Naizvozvo handinganyarari; ndichataura pakurwadza kwomweya wangu, ndichanyunyuta mushungu dzomwoyo wangu,
12 Am I the sea or a sea monster that you have to guard me?
Ko, ndiri gungwa kanhi, kana chikara chokwakadzika, zvamunondiisa pasi pomurindi?
13 If I tell myself, ‘I'll feel better if I lie down in my bed,’ or ‘it will help me to lie down on my couch,’
Pandinofunga kuti mubhedha wangu uchandivaraidza, uye kuti mubhedha wangu uchadzikamisa kunyunyuta kwangu,
14 then you scare me so much with dreams and terrify me with visions
ipapo munondityisidzira nezviroto uye munondivhundutsa nezviratidzo,
15 that I would rather be strangled—I would rather die than become just a bag of bones.
zvokuti ndinosarudza kuti ndidzipwe ndife hangu, pachinzvimbo chomuviri wangu uno.
16 I hate my life! I know I won't live long. Leave me alone because my life is just a breath.
Ndinozvidza upenyu hwangu, handidi kurarama nokusingaperi. Ndiregei nokuti mazuva angu haana zvaanoreva.
17 Why are human beings so important to you; why are you so concerned about them
“Munhu chiiko zvamunomukoshesa kudai, zvamunomurangarira zvakadai,
18 that you inspect them every morning and test them every moment? Won't you ever stop staring at me?
zvamunomunzvera mangwanani ose uye muchimuedza nguva dzose?
19 Won't you ever leave me alone long enough to catch my breath?
Hamusi kuzombotarirawo kudivi here, kana kumbondisiyawo ndakadaro kwechinguva?
20 What have I done wrong? What have I done to you, Watcher of Humanity? Why have you made me your target, so that I'm a burden even to myself?
Kana ndakatadza, ndakaiteiko kwamuri, imi mutariri wavanhu? Makaitireiko kuti ini ndive munhu wamunovavarira? Ko, ini ndava mutoro kwamuri here?
21 If so why don't you pardon my sins, and take away my guilt? Right now I'm going to lie down in the dust, and though you will look for me, I will be gone.”
Nemhaka yeiko musingandikanganwiri mhaka dzangu uye musingandiregereri zvivi zvangu? Nokuti ndichavata muguruva nokukurumidza. Muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.”
