Job 10
1 “My soul has been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Nasimu'ma eri'na mani'zankura tusiza huno nagoteno navresra nehige'na Anumzanimofontega narimpa haviza hu'zana huama hu'na asamigahue.
2 I say to God, Do not condemn me, Let me know why You strive [with] me.
Nagra Anumzamofona asmi'na, Kagra nazeri haviza hu keaga huonanto. Hagi keagama hunanteku'ma nehana ke agafa'a eri ama huo hu'na hugahue.
3 Is it good for You that You oppress? That You despise the labor of Your hands, And shine on the counsel of the wicked?
Hanki nazeri havizama nehampintira nankna knare'za erigahane? Kagraka'a kazanuti tro hunante'nana vahe mani'noanki, nagafare kavresra hunenantenka, kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'zama antahintahima retro'ma haza antahintahirera musena nehane?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Hagi kagrama kavuma kanana, vahe'mo'zama zamavuma negazaza hunka nonkane. Hagi vahe'mo'zama keonke'zama kazaza hunka, kagra nonkane.
5 [Are] Your days as the days of man? Your years as the days of a man?
Huge mopafi vahe'motama atupa knama nemanunaza hunka atupa kna nemanimpi? Vahe'mota kofa'a kafuma nemanunaza huno, Kagri kafumo'a kofa hu'nefi?
6 That You inquire for my iniquity, And seek for my sin?
E'inama osu'nena nahigenka Kagra kefo navu'navanigu'ene kumi'niagu'enena hanavetinka nehakane?
7 For You know that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Your hand.
Kagra hazenkea osu'nogenka kenka antahinka hu'nananagi, mago'mo'e huno Kagri kazampintira nagura ovazigosie.
8 Your hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together all around, And You swallow me up!
Kagra kazampinti eri kripenka trohunantetenka menina nazeri havizantfa nehane.
9 Please remember That You have made me as clay, And You bring me back to dust.
Hagi Kagra kageraokaninka antahio, nagrira hapa eri kripenka tro hunante'nane. Hanki Kagra ete ame hunka nazeri kugusopase'za nehano?
10 Do You not pour me out as milk? And curdle me as cheese?
Kagra nagrira bulimakaomofo amirima reratiteno, eri kragefeno sisima tro'ma hiankna hunka nenrera arimpafina tro hunante'nane.
11 Skin and flesh You put on me, And fence me with bones and sinews.
Hagi kukena ataninanteaza hunka nagu'a navufga amega navufgareti eri ano nevazinka, name'ane zaferinani'anena nagrunanuti hatinka eri rehampri rehampri hunante'nane.
12 Life and kindness You have done with me. And Your inspection has preserved my spirit.
Hagi Kagra nasimu'ma nenaminka mani'zana nenaminka, vagaore kavesi'zana naveri hu'nane. Hagi kagra kegava hunantanke'na ofri'na mani'noe.
13 And these You have laid up in Your heart, I have known that this [is] with You.
Hianagi Kagrama nazeri havizama nehana zana, kagu'afi eri fraki'nane. Kagra nazeri haviza hunaku, e'inahura hu'nane.
14 If I sinned, then You have observed me, And do not acquit me from my iniquity,
Kagra nenaganke'nama nagrama kumi'ma huasina Kagra kumi'ni'a atre onantasine.
15 If I have done wickedly—woe to me, And righteously—I do not lift up my head, Full of shame—then see my affliction,
Nagra kumi'ma huresina havizantfa hisine. Hagi nagri'ma hazenkenima omaneresina, nasenia erisga osu nagazegu nehu'na haviza huresine.
16 And it rises—as a lion You hunt me. And You turn back—You show Yourself wonderful in me.
Hagi nagrama navufga rama hanugenka, laionimo'ma afi'zagama aheno nenaku'ma nevaririankna hunka tusi'a hihamuka'anu hara hunantegahane.
17 You renew Your witnesses against me, and multiply Your anger with me, Changes and warfare [are] with me.
Hagi maka zupa havizama nehua zana eri ama hunante vava nehunka, Kagra tusi krimpa ahenenantenka sondia vahetmina huzmantanke'za e'za hara eme hunenante'za tusi nata nami'za nazeri haviza nehaze.
18 And why from the womb Have You brought me forth? I expire, and the eye does not see me.
Hagi natrankena nenrera agu'afi fruge'za vahe'mo'za onagazanki, nagafare natrankeno nenrera'a kasenante'ne.
19 I am as [if] I had not been, I am brought from the belly to the grave,
Nagrira nenarera'ma kaseonantege, narera'ma kasemanenantege'na fruge'za ome asenantazaresina knare hisine.
20 Are my days not few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
Hagi knanimo'a atupa hianki natrege'na osi'a knafina musena hu'na mani'nena,
21 Before I go, and do not return, To a land of darkness and death-shade,
hanintiri huno knare osu kuma'ma, vahe'mo'zama vute'za ete nomaza moparega fri'na va'neno.
22 A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade—and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.”
E'i ana mopamo'a kenage hanimo'ma hiaza huno tusi hanintiri huno knarera osu maka zamo'a savri higeno, ana hanimpina tavira re'neanagi ana tavimo'a hanintiri hu'ne.
