Job 7
1 Is there not a war-service for man on the earth? Are not his days as the days of a hireling?
“Ṣé ìjà kò ha si fún ènìyàn lórí ilẹ̀? Ọjọ́ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú kò ha dàbí ọjọ́ alágbàṣe?
2 As a servant panteth for the shade, And as a hireling looketh for his wages,
Bí ọmọ ọ̀dọ̀ tí máa ń kánjú bojú wo òjìji, àti bí alágbàṣe ti í kánjú wo ọ̀nà owó iṣẹ́ rẹ̀.
3 So am I made to possess months of affliction, And wearisome nights are appointed for me.
Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni a mú mi ní ìbànújẹ́ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ oṣù, òru ìdáni-lágara ni a sì là sílẹ̀ fún mi.
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.
Nígbà ti mo dùbúlẹ̀, èmi wí pé, ‘Nígbà wo ni èmi ó dìde?’ Tí òru yóò sì kọjá, ó sì tó fún mi láti yí síyìn-ín yí sọ́hùn-ún, títí yóò fi di àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms, and clods of dust; My skin is broken and become loathsome.
Kòkòrò àti ògúlùtu erùpẹ̀ ni á fi wọ̀ mi ni aṣọ, awọ ara mi bù, o sì di bíbàjẹ́.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; They pass away without hope.
“Ọjọ́ mi yára jù ọkọ̀ ìhunṣọ lọ, o sì di lílò ní àìní ìrètí.
7 O remember that my life is a breath; That mine eye shall no more see good!
Háà! Rántí pé afẹ́fẹ́ ni ẹ̀mí mi; ojú mi kì yóò padà rí rere mọ́.
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.
Ojú ẹni tí ó rí mi, kì yóò rí mi mọ́; ojú rẹ̀ tẹ̀ mọ́ra mi, èmi kò sí mọ́.
9 As the cloud dissolveth and wasteth away, So he that goeth down to the grave shall arise no more; (Sheol h7585)
Bí ìkùùkuu tí i túká, tí í sì fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹni tí ń lọ sí ipò òkú tí kì yóò padà wa mọ́. (Sheol h7585)
10 No more shall he return to his house, And his dwelling-place shall know him no more.
Kì yóò padà sínú ilé rẹ̀ mọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní ipò rẹ̀ kì yóò mọ̀ ọn mọ́.
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.
“Nítorí náà èmi kì yóò pa ẹnu mi mọ́, èmi yóò máa sọ nínú ìrora ọkàn mi, èmi yóò máa ṣe ìráhùn nínú kíkorò ọkàn mi.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
Èmi a máa ṣe Òkun tàbí ẹ̀mí búburú, tí ìwọ fi ń yan olùṣọ́ tì mi?
13 When I say, My bed shall relieve me, My couch shall ease my complaint,
Nígbà tí mo wí pé, ibùsùn mi yóò tù mí lára, ìtẹ́ mi yóò mú ara mi fúyẹ́ pẹ̀lú.
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me with visions;
Nígbà náà ni ìwọ fi àlá da yọ mi lénu bò mi, ìwọ sì fi ìran òru dẹ́rùbà mí.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Yea, death, rather than these my bones.
Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mí yàn láti fún pa àti ikú ju kí ń wà láààyè ní ipò tí ara mí wà yìí lọ.
16 I am wasting away; I shall not live alway: Let me alone, for my days are a vapor!
O sú mi, èmi kò le wà títí: jọ̀wọ́ mi jẹ́, nítorí pé asán ni ọjọ́ mi.
17 What is man, that thou shouldst make great account him, And fix thy mind upon him?—
“Kí ni ènìyàn tí ìwọ o máa kókìkí rẹ̀? Àti tí ìwọ ìbá fi gbé ọkàn rẹ lé e?
18 That thou shouldst visit him every morning, And prove him every moment?
Àti ti ìwọ ó fi máa wá í bẹ̀ ẹ́ wò ni òròòwúrọ̀, ti ìwọ o sì máa dán an wò nígbàkígbà!
19 How long ere thou wilt look away from me, And let me alone, till I have time to breathe?
Yóò ti pẹ́ tó kí ìwọ kí ó tó fi mí sílẹ̀ lọ, tí ìwọ o fi mí sílẹ̀ jẹ́ẹ́ títí èmi yóò fi lè dá itọ́ mi mì.
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?
Èmi ti ṣẹ̀, ki ní èmi ó ṣe sí ọ. Ìwọ Olùsójú ènìyàn? Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi fi mí ṣe àmì itasi níwájú rẹ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi sì di ẹrẹ̀ wíwo fún ọ?
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.
Èéṣe tí ìwọ kò sì dárí ìrékọjá mi jìn, kí ìwọ kí ó sì mú àìṣedéédéé mi kúrò? Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí ni èmi ìbá sùn nínú erùpẹ̀, ìwọ ìbá sì wá mi kiri ní òwúrọ̀, èmi kì bá tí sí.”
