< Job 7 >
1 “Is there not warfare to man on earth? And his days as the days of a hired worker?
“Èske lòm pa oblije fè kòve sou latè? Èske jou li yo pa tankou jou a yon ouvriye jounalye?
2 As a servant desires the shadow, And as a hired worker expects his wage,
Tankou esklav ki rale souf pou rive nan lonbraj, tankou jounalye k ap tann kòb li,
3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And they numbered nights of misery to me.
se konsa mwen jwenn mwa yo plen mizè, e nwit plen ak gwo twoub k ap dezinyen pou mwen.
4 If I lay down, then I have said, When do I rise, And evening has been measured? And I have been full of tossings until dawn.
Lè m kouche mwen di: ‘Se kilè m ap leve?’ Men nwit lan kontinye; m ap vire tounen jis rive nan maten.
5 My flesh has been clothed [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin has been shriveled and is loathsome,
Chè m abiye ak vè ak kal ki fèt ak pousyè. Po m vin di e li koule pij.
6 My days swifter than a loom, And they are consumed without hope.
Jou m yo mache pi vit ke mach aparèy tise a. Yo fini sanzespwa.
7 Remember that my life [is] a breath, My eye does not turn back to see good.
Sonje byen ke lavi m pa plis ke yon souf; zye m p ap wè sa ki bon ankò.
8 The eye of my beholder does not behold me. Your eyes [are] on me—and I am not.
Zye a sila ki wè m yo, p ap wè m ankò. Zye Ou va sou mwen, men mwen p ap la ankò.
9 A cloud has been consumed, and it goes, So he who is going down to Sheol does not come up. (Sheol )
Jan yon nwaj vin disparèt, li ale nèt. Konsa sila ki desann nan sejou lanmò a pa p monte ankò. (Sheol )
10 He does not turn to his house again, Nor does his place discern him again.
Li p ap retounen ankò lakay li, ni plas li p ap rekonèt li ankò.
11 Also I do not withhold my mouth—I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
“Akoz sa a, mwen p ap met fren nan bouch mwen. Mwen va pale nan doulè lespri m; mwen va plenyen nan lespri anmè mwen.
12 Am I a sea [monster], or a dragon, That You set a watch over me?
Èske se lanmè mwen ye, oswa bèt jeyan lanmè a, pou Ou te mete gad sou mwen?
13 When I said, My bed comforts me, In my talking He takes away my couch.
Si mwen di: ‘Kabann mwen va ban m repo, sofa m va soulaje plent mwen,’
14 And You have frightened me with dreams, And You terrify me from visions,
answit, Ou fè m krent ak rèv, e teworize m ak vizyon;
15 And my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
jiskaske nanm mwen ta chwazi mouri toufe; pito lanmò olye doulè mwen yo.
16 I have wasted away—I do not live for all time. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.
Mwen fin epwize nèt; mwen p ap viv tout tan. Kite mwen sèl, paske jou mwen yo pa plis ke yon souf.
17 What [is] man that You magnify him? And that You set Your heart to him?
Kisa lòm ye pou Ou reflechi sou li e pou Ou bay ka li enpòtans,
18 And inspect him in the mornings, [And] in the evenings try him?
pou Ou fè l pase egzamen chak maten e fè l pase eprèv chak moman?
19 How long do You not look from me? You do not desist until I swallow my spittle.
Èske Ou p ap janm sispann gade m, ni kite mwen anpè jiskaske m fin vale krache m?
20 I have sinned, what do I do to You, O watcher of man? Why have You set me for a mark to You, And I am for a burden to myself—and what?
Èske mwen te peche? Kisa mwen te fè Ou, Ou menm, ki gadyen lòm? Poukisa Ou te fè m objè tiraj Ou jiskaske mwen vin yon fado pou pwòp tèt mwen?
21 You do not take away my transgression, And [do not] cause my iniquity to pass away, Because now, I lie down in dust, And You have sought me—and I am not!”
Poukisa konsa Ou pa padone transgresyon mwen yo, e retire inikite mwen yo? Paske koulye a, mwen va kouche nan pousyè a; Ou va chache pou mwen, men m p ap la ankò.”