Job 10
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
“Mwen rayi pwòp lavi m; mwen va fè tout fòs plent mwen yo parèt. Mwen va pale ak anmè ki fonse nan nanm mwen.
2 I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
Mwen va di a Bondye: ‘Pa kondane mwen! Fè m konnen poukisa W ap goumen ak mwen.
3 Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?
Èske se vrèman bon pou Ou ta oprime; pou meprize zèv men Ou yo e pou Ou gade ak favè, manèv a mechan yo?
4 Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
Èske zye Ou fèt ak chè? Oswa èske Ou wè kon yon nonm wè?
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
Èske jou Ou yo tankou jou a moun mòtèl, oswa ane Ou yo tankou ane a yon nonm,
6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
pou Ou ta dwe chache koupabilite mwen e fè rechèch dèyè peche m?
7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
Malgre Ou konnen mwen pa koupab, sepandan, nanpwen ki ka livre m sòti nan men Ou.’”
8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
“Se men Ou ki te fòme mwen nèt. Konsa, èske Ou ta detwi mwen?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
Sonje, souple, ke Ou te fè m kon ajil. Èske Ou ta fè m retounen pousyè ankò?
10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
Èske se pa tankou lèt ke Ou te vide mwen e fè m kaye tankou fwomaj?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
Ou te abiye mwen ak po avèk chè e koude mwen ansanm nan zo ak gwo venn.
12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
Ou te ban mwen lavi avèk lanmou dous Ou. Se swen Ou ki te konsève lespri m.
13 Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
Malgre bagay sila yo, Ou te kache yo nan kè Ou. Mwen konnen ke sa a se avèk ou:
14 If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.
si m peche, alò, Ou mete tach sou mwen. Ou pa ta akite m de koupabilite mwen.
15 If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
Si mwen mechan, malè a mwen! Epi si mwen jis, toujou, menm dwe leve tèt mwen. Mwen chaje ak wont, e byen rekonnesan a mizè mwen.
16 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
Si tèt mwen ta vin leve wo, Ou ta fè lachas dèyè m tankou yon lyon; epi ankò, Ou ta montre pouvwa Ou kont mwen.
17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
Ou renouvle temwayaj Ou kont mwen, e ogmante kòlè Ou vè mwen. Dezas monte anwo dezas sou mwen.”
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
“Alò, poukisa Ou te fè m sòti nan vant manman m? Pito ke m te mouri e pa t gen zye ki te wè m!
19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
Mwen te dwe tankou mwen pa t janm te egziste, kon yon pote sòti nan vant pou rive nan tonbo.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Èske jou m yo pa kout? Rete! Ralanti sou mwen pou m kab jwenn yon ti kras kè kontan,
21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
avan ke m ale—pou mwen pa tounen nan andwa tenèb ak gwo fènwa!
22 Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.
Nan peyi sa a ki dezole nèt tankou tenèb la, nan fon lonbraj san fòm nan, e ki klere tankou fènwa a.”
