Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
“Ebiseera by’omuntu ku nsi, tebyagerebwa? Ennaku ze tezaagerebwa nga ez’omupakasi?
2 As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,
Ng’omuddu eyeegomba ekisiikirize okujja, ng’omupakasi bwe yeesunga empeera ye;
3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
bwe ntyo bwe nnaweebwa emyezi egy’okubonaabona, ebiro ebyokutegana bwe byangererwa.
4 If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day.
Bwe ngalamira neebake, njogera nti, ‘Ndiyimuka ddi, ekiro kinaakoma ddi?’ Nga nzijudde okukulungutana okutuusa obudde lwe bukya.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
Omubiri gwange gujjudde envunyu n’ebikakampa, n’olususu lwange lukutusekutuse era lulabika bubi.
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
“Ennaku zange zidduka okusinga ekyuma ky’omulusi w’engoye bw’atambuza ky’alusisa engoye ze; era zikoma awatali ssuubi.
7 Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
Ojjukira Ayi Katonda, nti obulamu bwange tebuliimu, wabula mukka bukka, amaaso gange tegaliddayo kulaba bulungi.
8 The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
Eriiso ly’oyo eryali lindabyeko teririddayo kundaba; amaaso gammwe galinnoonya, naye nga sikyaliwo.
9 As the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more. (Sheol h7585)
Nga ekire bwe kibulawo ne kigenda, bw’atyo n’aziikwa mu ntaana talivaayo. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
Taliddayo mu nnyumba ye, amaka ge tegaliddayo kumumanya nate.
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
Noolwekyo sijja kuziyiza kamwa kange, nzija kwogera okulumwa kw’omutima gwange; nzija kwemulugunyiza mu bulumi bw’emmeeme yange.
12 Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
Ndi nnyanja oba ndi lukwata ow’omu buziba, olyoke onkuume?
13 When I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
Bwe ndowooza nti, obuliri bwange bunampa ku mirembe, ekiriri kyange kinakendeeza ku kulumwa kwange;
14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
n’olyoka ontiisa n’ebirooto era n’onkanga okuyita mu kwolesebwa.
15 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
Emmeeme yange ne yeegomba okwetuga, nfe okusinga okuba omulamu.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
Sikyeyagala, neetamiddwa. Sijja kubeera mulamu emirembe gyonna. Ndeka; kubanga ennaku zange butaliimu.
17 What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
Omuntu kye ki ggwe okumugulumiza, n’omulowoozaako?
18 And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment?
Bw’otyo n’omwekebejja buli makya, n’omugezesa buli kaseera?
19 Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
Olituusa ddi nga tonvuddeeko n’ondeka ne mmira ku malusu?
20 I haue sinned, what shall I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
Nyonoonye; kiki kye nakukola, ggwe omukuumi w’abantu? Lwaki onfudde nga akabonero ak’obulabe gy’oli, ne neefuukira omugugu?
21 And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
Era lwaki tosonyiwa kwonoona kwange, n’oggyawo obutali butuukirivu bwange? Kubanga kaakano nzija kwebaka mu ntaana; era ojja kunnoonya ku makya naye naaba sikyaliwo.”
