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.
U A uluhua ko'u naau i kuu ola ana; E waiho iho au i kuu ulono ana ia'u iho; E olelo aku au maloko o ka ehaeha o kuu naau.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
E i aku au i ke Akua, Mai hoohewa mai oe ia'u; E hoike mai oe i ka mea au e hakaka mai nei me au.
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?
He mea maikai anei ia oe, e hookaumaha, A e hoowahawaha i ka hana a kou lima, A e hoomalamalama ae maluna o ka manao o ka poe hewa?
4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
O ko ke kino mau maka anei kou? Ua ike anei oe e like me ka ike ana a ke kanaka?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Ua like anei kou mau la me na la o ke kanaka? Ua like anei kou mau makahiki me na la o ke kanaka,
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
I ninau mai ai oe i kuu hala, A imi mai ai hoi i ko'u hewa?
7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
Ma kou ike aohe o'u hewa; Aohe mea nana e hoopakele mai kou lima aku.
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
Ua hana kou mau lima ia'u, A ua hoopaa mai oe ia'u a puni; Aka, ke luku mai nei oe ia'u.
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Ke noi aku nei au ia oe e hoomanao, Ua hana mai oe ia'u, e like me ka lepo; A e hoihoi anei oe ia'u i ka lepo?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Aole anei oe i ninini iho ia'u me he waiu la, A i hoopaakiki mai hoi ia'u, me he waiupaa la?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Ua uhi mai oe ia'u i ka ili a me ka io, A ua hoopaa mai oe ia'u i na iwi a me na olona.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Ua hana mai oe iloko i ke ola a me ka pomaikai, A ua malama mai kou kiai ana i kuu uhane.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
O keia mau mea kau i huna'i iloko o kou naau: Ua ike no wau, aia no me oe keia mea.
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Ina e hana hewa au, alaila hoomanao mai no oe ia'u, Aole oe e kela mai ia'u, mai ko'u hewa aku.
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.
Ina ua hewa au, auwe hoi wau; Ina ua pono au, aole wau e hookiekie i ko'u poo. Ua piha au i ka hilahila; A ua ike au i kuu poino;
16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
Ina e hookiekieia auanei ia, Ke hoohalua nei oe ia'u, me he liona la: A hoike hou mai oe ia oe iho he mana maluna o'u.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Ke hoala hou nei oe i kou mau hoike ku e ia'u, A ke hoonui nei i kou inaina ia'u; A ke hoomahuahua mau nei na puali kaua ia'u.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
No ke aha la hoi oe i lawe mai ai ia'u, mai ka opu mai: Ina ua make au ilaila, A ua ike ole ka maka ia'u!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Ina ua like au me he mea ola ole la, Ina ua laweia'ku au mai ka opu aku, a ka luakupapau.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Aole anei he uuku ko'u mau la? U'oki pela, a e waiho ia'u, i oluolu iki iho ai au,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
Mamua o kuu hele ana'ku i kahi aole au e hoi hou mai, I ka aina pouli, a me ka malu make;
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.
He aina poeleele e like me ka pouli; He malu make, aohe mea i hooponoponoia, A o ka malamalama, ua like ia me ka pouli.
