Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ike ịdị ndụ agwụla m. Hapụnụ m ka m kwuo ihe dị m nʼobi, kwupụta ya dịka obi ilu nke mkpụrụobi m si dị.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.
Ihe m ga-agwa Chineke bụ nke a: Apụtala maa m ikpe, kama gwa m ihe mere i ji ama m ikpe.
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked?
Ọ dị gị mma nʼobi imegbu m, si otu a leda ọrụ aka gị anya, mgbe ị na-anabata atụmatụ nke ndị na-emebi iwu?
4 Have you eyes of flesh? or see you as man sees?
Ị nwere anya nke anụ ahụ? Ị na-ahụ ụzọ dịka mmadụ si ahụ?
5 Are your days as the days of man? are your years as man’s days,
Ụbọchị nke gị, ha dịka nke ndị nwere anụ ahụ, ka afọ nke gị, ha dịka nke mmadụ dị ike?
6 That you enquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
Nke ga-eme na i na-achọpụta ikpe ọmụma m ma nyochaa mmehie m?
7 You know that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of your hand.
Ọ bụ ezie na ị maara na ikpe amaghị m, na ọ dịghị onye pụrụ ịnapụta m site nʼaka gị.
8 Your hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet you do destroy me.
“Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ m kee m. Ọ ga-atụgharịa ugbu a bibie m?
9 Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?
Cheta na ị kpụrụ m dịka ụrọ. Ị ga-eme ka m laghachi nʼaja ọzọ?
10 Have you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Ọ bụ na ị wụpụghị m dịka mmiri ara ehi mee ka m kpụkọta dịka mmiri ara rahụrụ arahụ?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.
Yikwasị m akpụkpọ ahụ na anụ ahụ, werekwa ọkpụkpụ na akwara kpaa m dịka uwe?
12 You have granted me life and favor, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
I nyere m ndụ gosikwa m obiọma gị, nʼịdị mma gị chebekwara mmụọ m.
13 And these things have you hid in your heart: I know that this is with you.
“Ma nke a bụ ihe i zoro nʼime obi gị, amakwa m na ọ bụ ihe dị gị nʼuche.
14 If I sin, then you mark me, and you will not acquit me from my iniquity.
Ọ bụrụ na m mehiere, ị ga na-ele m anya, ị gaghị ekwe ka m ghara ịta ahụhụ nʼihi mmehie m.
15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see you my affliction;
Ọ bụrụ na ikpe mara m, ahụhụ na-adịrị m! A sịkwarị na aka m dị ọcha, apụghị m iweli isi m elu nʼihi na ejupụtara m nʼihere, bụrụkwa onye e mibara nʼime nsogbu m.
16 For it increases. You hunt me as a fierce lion: and again you show yourself marvelous on me.
Ọ bụrụ na m welie m isi elu, dịka ọdụm ị ga-eji nwayọọ na-eso m nʼazụ ma werekwa ike gị dị egwu megide m.
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me; changes and war are against me.
I na-eweta ndị ama ọhụrụ megide m, mee ka iwe gị baa ụba nʼebe m nọ; ị na-eme ka ndị agha gị na-abịakwute m, otu nʼelu ibe ya dịka ebili mmiri.
18 Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
“Gịnị mere i ji wepụta m site nʼafọ nne m? Ọ gaara aka m mma ịnwụ tupu anya ọbụla ahụ m.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
A sịkwarị na amụpụtaghị m maọbụ na e sitere nʼafọ nne m buba m nʼime ili!
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Ụbọchị ndụ m ọ dịghị ole na ole? Si nʼebe m nọ wezuga onwe gị ka m nwetu ọṅụ nwa mgbe nta,
21 Before I go from where I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
tupu m hapụ laa nʼala ọchịchịrị na onyinyo nke ọnwụ ebe m na-agaghị esi pụtakwa.
22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Nʼala nke oke ọchịchịrị, ala nke onyinyo ọnwụ, nke usoro na-adịghị, ebe ọbụladị ìhè dịkwa ka ọchịchịrị.”
