Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a worker?
“Ṣé ìjà kò ha si fún ènìyàn lórí ilẹ̀? Ọjọ́ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú kò ha dàbí ọjọ́ alágbàṣe?
2 As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as a worker looks for the reward of his work:
Bí ọmọ ọ̀dọ̀ tí máa ń kánjú bojú wo òjìji, àti bí alágbàṣe ti í kánjú wo ọ̀nà owó iṣẹ́ rẹ̀.
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni a mú mi ní ìbànújẹ́ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ oṣù, òru ìdáni-lágara ni a sì là sílẹ̀ fún mi.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings back and forth unto the dawning of the day.
Nígbà ti mo dùbúlẹ̀, èmi wí pé, ‘Nígbà wo ni èmi ó dìde?’ Tí òru yóò sì kọjá, ó sì tó fún mi láti yí síyìn-ín yí sọ́hùn-ún, títí yóò fi di àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Kòkòrò àti ògúlùtu erùpẹ̀ ni á fi wọ̀ mi ni aṣọ, awọ ara mi bù, o sì di bíbàjẹ́.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Ọjọ́ mi yára jù ọkọ̀ ìhunṣọ lọ, o sì di lílò ní àìní ìrètí.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Háà! Rántí pé afẹ́fẹ́ ni ẹ̀mí mi; ojú mi kì yóò padà rí rere mọ́.
8 The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.
Ojú ẹni tí ó rí mi, kì yóò rí mi mọ́; ojú rẹ̀ tẹ̀ mọ́ra mi, èmi kò sí mọ́.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Bí ìkùùkuu tí i túká, tí í sì fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹni tí ń lọ sí ipò òkú tí kì yóò padà wa mọ́. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Kì yóò padà sínú ilé rẹ̀ mọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní ipò rẹ̀ kì yóò mọ̀ ọn mọ́.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nítorí náà èmi kì yóò pa ẹnu mi mọ́, èmi yóò máa sọ nínú ìrora ọkàn mi, èmi yóò máa ṣe ìráhùn nínú kíkorò ọkàn mi.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that you set a watch over me?
Èmi a máa ṣe Òkun tàbí ẹ̀mí búburú, tí ìwọ fi ń yan olùṣọ́ tì mi?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
Nígbà tí mo wí pé, ibùsùn mi yóò tù mí lára, ìtẹ́ mi yóò mú ara mi fúyẹ́ pẹ̀lú.
14 Then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
Nígbà náà ni ìwọ fi àlá da yọ mi lénu bò mi, ìwọ sì fi ìran òru dẹ́rùbà mí.
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mí yàn láti fún pa àti ikú ju kí ń wà láààyè ní ipò tí ara mí wà yìí lọ.
16 I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
O sú mi, èmi kò le wà títí: jọ̀wọ́ mi jẹ́, nítorí pé asán ni ọjọ́ mi.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him? and that you should set your heart upon him?
“Kí ni ènìyàn tí ìwọ o máa kókìkí rẹ̀? Àti tí ìwọ ìbá fi gbé ọkàn rẹ lé e?
18 And that you should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
Àti ti ìwọ ó fi máa wá í bẹ̀ ẹ́ wò ni òròòwúrọ̀, ti ìwọ o sì máa dán an wò nígbàkígbà!
19 How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Yóò ti pẹ́ tó kí ìwọ kí ó tó fi mí sílẹ̀ lọ, tí ìwọ o fi mí sílẹ̀ jẹ́ẹ́ títí èmi yóò fi lè dá itọ́ mi mì.
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O you preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
Èmi ti ṣẹ̀, ki ní èmi ó ṣe sí ọ. Ìwọ Olùsójú ènìyàn? Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi fi mí ṣe àmì itasi níwájú rẹ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi sì di ẹrẹ̀ wíwo fún ọ?
21 And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
Èéṣe tí ìwọ kò sì dárí ìrékọjá mi jìn, kí ìwọ kí ó sì mú àìṣedéédéé mi kúrò? Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí ni èmi ìbá sùn nínú erùpẹ̀, ìwọ ìbá sì wá mi kiri ní òwúrọ̀, èmi kì bá tí sí.”
