Job 7
1 Is there not a war-service for man on the earth? Are not his days as the days of a hireling?
“Ebiseera by’omuntu ku nsi, tebyagerebwa? Ennaku ze tezaagerebwa nga ez’omupakasi?
2 As a servant panteth for the shade, And as a hireling looketh for his wages,
Ng’omuddu eyeegomba ekisiikirize okujja, ng’omupakasi bwe yeesunga empeera ye;
3 So am I made to possess months of affliction, And wearisome nights are appointed for me.
bwe ntyo bwe nnaweebwa emyezi egy’okubonaabona, ebiro ebyokutegana bwe byangererwa.
4 If I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of restlessness until the dawning of the day.
Bwe ngalamira neebake, njogera nti, ‘Ndiyimuka ddi, ekiro kinaakoma ddi?’ Nga nzijudde okukulungutana okutuusa obudde lwe bukya.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms, and clods of dust; My skin is broken and become loathsome.
Omubiri gwange gujjudde envunyu n’ebikakampa, n’olususu lwange lukutusekutuse era lulabika bubi.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; They pass away without hope.
“Ennaku zange zidduka okusinga ekyuma ky’omulusi w’engoye bw’atambuza ky’alusisa engoye ze; era zikoma awatali ssuubi.
7 O remember that my life is a breath; That mine eye shall no more see good!
Ojjukira Ayi Katonda, nti obulamu bwange tebuliimu, wabula mukka bukka, amaaso gange tegaliddayo kulaba bulungi.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more; Thine eyes shall look for me, but I shall not be.
Eriiso ly’oyo eryali lindabyeko teririddayo kundaba; amaaso gammwe galinnoonya, naye nga sikyaliwo.
9 As the cloud dissolveth and wasteth away, So he that goeth down to the grave shall arise no more; (Sheol h7585)
Nga ekire bwe kibulawo ne kigenda, bw’atyo n’aziikwa mu ntaana talivaayo. (Sheol h7585)
10 No more shall he return to his house, And his dwelling-place shall know him no more.
Taliddayo mu nnyumba ye, amaka ge tegaliddayo kumumanya nate.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Noolwekyo sijja kuziyiza kamwa kange, nzija kwogera okulumwa kw’omutima gwange; nzija kwemulugunyiza mu bulumi bw’emmeeme yange.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
Ndi nnyanja oba ndi lukwata ow’omu buziba, olyoke onkuume?
13 When I say, My bed shall relieve me, My couch shall ease my complaint,
Bwe ndowooza nti, obuliri bwange bunampa ku mirembe, ekiriri kyange kinakendeeza ku kulumwa kwange;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me with visions;
n’olyoka ontiisa n’ebirooto era n’onkanga okuyita mu kwolesebwa.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Yea, death, rather than these my bones.
Emmeeme yange ne yeegomba okwetuga, nfe okusinga okuba omulamu.
16 I am wasting away; I shall not live alway: Let me alone, for my days are a vapor!
Sikyeyagala, neetamiddwa. Sijja kubeera mulamu emirembe gyonna. Ndeka; kubanga ennaku zange butaliimu.
17 What is man, that thou shouldst make great account him, And fix thy mind upon him?—
Omuntu kye ki ggwe okumugulumiza, n’omulowoozaako?
18 That thou shouldst visit him every morning, And prove him every moment?
Bw’otyo n’omwekebejja buli makya, n’omugezesa buli kaseera?
19 How long ere thou wilt look away from me, And let me alone, till I have time to breathe?
Olituusa ddi nga tonvuddeeko n’ondeka ne mmira ku malusu?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to thee, O thou watcher of men! Why hast thou set me up as thy mark, So that I have become a burden to myself?
Nyonoonye; kiki kye nakukola, ggwe omukuumi w’abantu? Lwaki onfudde nga akabonero ak’obulabe gy’oli, ne neefuukira omugugu?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, And take away mine iniquity? For soon shall I sleep in the dust; And, though thou seek me diligently, I shall not be.
Era lwaki tosonyiwa kwonoona kwange, n’oggyawo obutali butuukirivu bwange? Kubanga kaakano nzija kwebaka mu ntaana; era ojja kunnoonya ku makya naye naaba sikyaliwo.”
