Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ine ndatopa nawo moyo wanga; choncho ndidzanena zodandaula zanga momasuka ndipo ndidzayankhula mwa kuwawidwa mtima kwanga.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Ndidzati kwa Mulungu wanga: Musandiweruze kuti ndine wolakwa, koma mundiwuze chifukwa chimene Inu mukukanganira ndi ine.
3 Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
Kodi mumakondwera mukamandizunza, kunyoza ntchito ya manja anu, chonsecho mukusekerera ndi zochita za anthu oyipa?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Kodi maso anu ali ngati a munthu? Kodi mumaona zinthu monga momwe amazionera munthu?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Kodi masiku anu ali ngati masiku a munthu, kapena zaka zanu ngati zaka za munthu,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
kuti Inu mufufuze zolakwa zanga ndi kulondola tchimo langa,
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
ngakhale mukudziwa kuti sindine wolakwa ndiponso kuti palibe amene angandilanditse mʼdzanja lanu?
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
“Munandiwumba ndi kundipanga ndi manja anu. Kodi tsopano Inu mudzatembenuka ndi kundiwononga?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Kumbukirani kuti munandipanga ndi dothi, kodi tsopano mundibwezeranso ku fumbi?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Suja munapatsa abambo anga mphamvu zoti andibale, suja munandikuza bwino mʼmimba mwa amayi anga?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Munandikuta ndi khungu ndi mnofu ndi kundilumikiza pamodzi ndi mafupa ndi mitsempha?
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Munandipatsa moyo ndi kundionetsa chifundo chanu, ndipo munasamalira bwino moyo wanga.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
“Koma izi ndi zimene munabisa mu mtima mwanu, ndipo ndikudziwa kuti zinali mʼmaganizo anu:
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Kuti ngati ndingachimwe mudzakhala mukundipenyetsetsa ndipo kuti simudzalola kuti ndisalangidwe chifukwa cha kulakwa kwanga.
15 If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
Ngati ndili wolakwa, tsoka langa! Koma ngakhale ndili wosalakwa sindingathe kutukula mutu wanga, pakuti ndagwidwa ndi manyazi ndipo ndamizidwa mʼmavuto anga.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Ndipo ndikatukula mutu wanga, Inu mumandisaka ngati mkango ndiponso mumandiopseza ndi mphamvu yanu.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Mumabweretsa mboni zatsopano potsutsana nane ndipo mkwiyo wanu pa ine umanka nukulirakulira ndi magulu anu olimbana nane amanka nachulukirachulukira.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
“Chifukwa chiyani Inu munalola kuti ndibadwe? Ndi bwino ndikanafa diso lililonse lisanandione.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Ndikanapanda kubadwa, kapena akanangonditenga nditabadwa kupita nane ku manda!
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Kodi masiku anga owerengeka sali pafupi kutha? Ndilekeni kuti ndipumule pangʼono pokha
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
ndisanapite ku malo amene munthu sabwererako ku dziko la imfa ndi kwa mdima wandiweyani,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
ku dziko la mdima wandiweyani ndi chisokonezo, kumene kuwala kumakhala ngati mdima.”
