Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Aol gi ngima; mano emomiyo ok abi lingʼ ma ok awuoyo, to abiro wacho lit duto manie chunya.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Abiro wachone Nyasaye niya: Kik ikuma, to nyisa rachna momiyo ikwana kaka jaketho.
3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Nyalo bedo ni iwinjo maber ka ahinyora; kendo ka ikwedo tich lweti, to timbe joricho to mori?
4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Kara in bende in gi wangʼ mar ringruok? Koso in bende ineno mana kaka dhano neno?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Kara in bende ndaloni nok ka ndalo dhano, koso higni magi chalo gi mag dhano,
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
momiyo imanyo timbena maricho kendo isiko kimanyo richo moro amora ma an-go,
7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
kata obedo ni ingʼeyo maber ni aonge ketho kendo ni onge ngʼama nyalo resa e lweti?
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
“Lweti ema nochweya. Ibiro lokori koda kendo mondo itieka?
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Parie ni ne ichweya koa kuom lowo. Koro sani, diduoka kendo e lowo adier?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Donge ne iola oko ka chak kendo ne ipuoya mi apoto ka mo,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
ne ichweyo ringra gi choke kod leche mi iumo chokena gi ringʼo kod pien?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Ne imiya ngima kendo ne itimona ngʼwono, kendo isebedo ka irito chunya kuom duongʼni maler.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
“To kata kamano, koro angʼeyo ni gik mane ni e pachi e magi:
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Isebedo ka ingʼiya mondo ineane ka atimo richo, to ok iseweya ma ok ikuma.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.
Okwongʼa, an ngʼat ma timbene mono! To kata ka aonge ketho, to pod ok anyal bedo thuolo, nimar wichkuot ma an-go osemiyo alal ei masichena.
16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
To kata katemo mondo abed thuolo to idwara mana ka sibuor, kendo isiko mana kiloya gi tekoni maduongʼ.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Ikelo joneno manyien mondo okweda kendo imedo bedo mager koda; jolweny magi monja mana ka apaka magingore.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
“Angʼo momiyo ne igola ei minwa? Kara mad ne atho kapok wangʼ moro amora onena.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Mad ne kik nywola, ka ok kamano to ne onego nywola ka asetho kendo chom koda bur tir!
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Donge ngimana modongʼ matin-ni chiegni rumo? Yie iweya mondo abedie gi yweyo matin,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
kapok adhi kuma ji ok dhiye miduogi, ma en piny motimo mudho gi tipo molil ti,
22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
en piny ma otimo mudho mandiwa, kama kata ler chaloe mudho.”
