Job 16
1 Then answered Job, and said,
Yobo azongisaki:
2 I have heard many things such as these: troublesome comforters are ye all.
« Nayoki maloba ebele ya lolenge oyo; bino nyonso bozali babondisi mabe.
3 Shall there be any end to words of wind? or what compelleth thee that thou shouldst answer?
Kino tango nini bokotika koloba maloba ya pamba-pamba boye? Likambo nini etindi yo lisusu kozongela maloba?
4 I also could well speak as ye do: if your soul were but in my soul's stead, I could overwhelm you with words, and could shake my head at you.
Ngai mpe nakokaki koloba lokola bino, soki bozalaki na esika na ngai, nakokaki kobimisa maloba ebele mpe koningisa moto mpo na bino.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the condolence of my lips should restrain [your grief].
Kasi monoko na ngai elingaki kolendisa bino, mpe bibebu na ngai elingaki koningana mpo na kokitisa bino mitema kati na pasi.
6 Though I were to speak, my pain would not be restrained; and though I should forbear, what will go away from me?
Nzokande, soki nalobi, pasi na ngai ekosila te; bongo soki nakangi monoko nde pasi yango elongwe na bomoi na ngai?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
Oh Nzambe! Solo penza, olembisi ngai! Obebisi ndako na ngai nyonso,
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, they are my witnesses; and my leanness riseth up for me, giveth its testimony to my face.
ofini-fini ngai makasi penza, mpe kokonda na ngai ekomi ata kotatola mpe kofunda ngai na miso ya bato!
9 In his wrath he teareth me to pieces, and assaileth me: he gnasheth over me with his teeth; my adversary sendeth threatening looks at me.
Kanda na Yo ezali kopasola mpe kobundisa ngai, okomi ata kolia minu mpo na kosala ngai mabe mpe kotala ngai na miso mabe lokola nde nazali monguna na yo.
10 They now open wide against me their mouth; reproachfully they smite my cheek: altogether do they assemble against me.
Bato mabe bafungoli minoko mpo na kotiola ngai, bakomi kobeta ngai bambata na matama mpo na kosambwisa ngai, bango nyonso basaleli ngai likita.
11 God hath surrendered me to the unjust, and cast me down into the hands of the wicked.
Nzambe akabi ngai na maboko ya bato mabe mpe abwaki ngai na manzaka na bango.
12 I was at ease, but he hath crushed me; he hath also grasped me by the neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up unto himself as a mark;
Makambo nyonso ezalaki kotambola malamu mpo na ngai, kasi aningisi ngai, akangi ngai na kingo mpe apanzi ngai, akomisi ngai lokola eloko na Ye ya komekela makonga;
13 His archers encompass me round about; he cleaveth my reins sunder, and doth not pity; he poureth out upon the ground my gall;
makonga na Ye ezingeli ngai, atoboli-toboli libumu na ngai, mpe na mawa te, asopi makila na ngai na mabele.
14 He breaketh me down with breach upon breach; he runneth against me like a mighty man.
Tango nyonso, azali kaka kozokisa ngai mpe kokweya likolo na ngai lokola elombe.
15 Sackcloth have I sewed upon my skin, and my horn I roll in the dust.
Natongi elamba na ngai ya saki na poso ya nzoto na ngai mpe nakundi lokumu na ngai nyonso na se ya putulu.
16 My face gloweth from weeping, and on my eyelids resteth the shadow of death:
Likolo ya kolela, elongi na ngai ekomi motane, mpe molili ezingeli miso na ngai.
17 Not because any violence is in my hands, and while my prayer is pure.
Nzokande, maboko na ngai etikala kosala moto mabe te, mpe libondeli na ngai ezalaki kosalema na motema peto.
18 Earth! do thou not cover up my blood, and let no place restrain my cry.
Oh mabele, kozipa makila na ngai te! Kotika te ete koganga na ngai ezwa tango ya kopema!
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in the heavens, and one that testifieth for me is on high.
Wuta sik’oyo, motatoli na ngai azali na Likolo, molobeli na ngai azali na Lola.
20 Are my friends my defenders? unto God my eye poureth out [its tears].
Baninga na ngai bakomi koseka ngai; nazali nde kolela epai ya Nzambe na mpinzoli.
21 And oh that a man might plead with God, as one son of earth with the other!
Boni, ezali solo na molobeli oyo akoki kolobela moto liboso ya Nzambe ndenge moto alobelaka moninga na ye?
22 For when the numbered years are passed, then must I travel a path whence I cannot return.
Solo, motango ya mibu na ngai ekomi pene ya kosila, mpe nakokende na ngai na nzela oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te.
