Job 7
1 [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Ko, munhu haashandi zvakaoma panyika here? Ko, mazuva ake haana kuita seomushandi here?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work:
Somuranda anoshuva mimvuri yamadekwana, kana mushandi akamirira kwazvo mubayiro wake,
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
saizvozvo ndakagoverwa mwedzi isina maturo, uye usiku hwokutambudzika hwakagoverwa kwandiri.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Pandinovata pasi ndinofunga kuti, ‘Ndichamuka riniko?’ Usiku hunononoka, uye ndinoshanduka-shanduka kusvikira mambakwedza.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Muviri wangu wakafukidzwa nehonye uye nemaronda, ganda rangu rakatsemuka uye raora.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Mazuva angu ari kukurumidza kufamba kukunda chokurukisa chomuruki, uye anosvika kumagumo asina tariro.
7 O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Rangarirai henyu, imi Mwari, kuti upenyu hwangu hunongova mweya wokufema; meso angu haachazoonizve mufaro.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more: ] thine eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
Ziso rinondiona zvino harichazondionizve; muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.
9 [As] the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no [more]. (Sheol h7585)
Sokunyangarika kunoita gore ndokuenda, saizvozvo uyo anoburukira kubwiro haadzokizve. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Haachazouyi kumba kwakezve; nzvimbo yake haichazomuzivizve.
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.
“Naizvozvo handinganyarari; ndichataura pakurwadza kwomweya wangu, ndichanyunyuta mushungu dzomwoyo wangu,
12 [Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Ko, ndiri gungwa kanhi, kana chikara chokwakadzika, zvamunondiisa pasi pomurindi?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Pandinofunga kuti mubhedha wangu uchandivaraidza, uye kuti mubhedha wangu uchadzikamisa kunyunyuta kwangu,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
ipapo munondityisidzira nezviroto uye munondivhundutsa nezviratidzo,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
zvokuti ndinosarudza kuti ndidzipwe ndife hangu, pachinzvimbo chomuviri wangu uno.
16 I loathe [it; ] I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
Ndinozvidza upenyu hwangu, handidi kurarama nokusingaperi. Ndiregei nokuti mazuva angu haana zvaanoreva.
17 What [is] man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
“Munhu chiiko zvamunomukoshesa kudai, zvamunomurangarira zvakadai,
18 And [that] thou shouldest visit him every morning, [and] try him every moment?
zvamunomunzvera mangwanani ose uye muchimuedza nguva dzose?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Hamusi kuzombotarirawo kudivi here, kana kumbondisiyawo ndakadaro kwechinguva?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Kana ndakatadza, ndakaiteiko kwamuri, imi mutariri wavanhu? Makaitireiko kuti ini ndive munhu wamunovavarira? Ko, ini ndava mutoro kwamuri here?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be].
Nemhaka yeiko musingandikanganwiri mhaka dzangu uye musingandiregereri zvivi zvangu? Nokuti ndichavata muguruva nokukurumidza. Muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.”
