Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Nayini bomoi na ngai! Nakokoba kaka komilela, nakoloba na mongongo makasi mpe na pasi ya motema na ngai.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Nakoloba na Nzambe: ‹ Kokatela ngai etumbu te, yebisa ngai mabe nini nasali! ›
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?
Boni, ozali kosepela konyokola ngai, kobwaka ekelamu oyo maboko na Yo esali, mpe kolongisa mabongisi ya bato mabe?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Boni, ozali na miso ya mosuni? Ozali komona lokola bato?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Boni, mikolo na Yo ezali lokola mikolo ya bato, mpe mibu na yo, lokola mibu ya bato,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
mpo ete oluka mabe na ngai to okundola masumu na ngai,
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
atako oyebi malamu ete nasali na ngai mabe te, mpe ete ezali na moto moko te oyo akoki kokangola ngai na loboko na Yo?
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Maboko na Yo nde ebongisaki ngai mpe esalaki ngai; olingi sik’oyo kobenda nzoto mpe koboma ngai?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Kanisa ete Yo moko nde obongisaki ngai lokola mabele ya bikeko; olingi sik’oyo kozongisa ngai na putulu?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Osopaki ngai lokola miliki te? Okangisaki ngai mbuma-mbuma te lokola fromage?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Olatisaki ngai poso ya nzoto mpe misuni te? Otongaki mikuwa mpe misisa na ngai te?
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Opesaki ngai bomoi mpe otalisaki ngai bolamu; mpe na bonzambe na Yo, obatelaki molimo na ngai.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
Kasi tala likambo oyo obombaki kati na motema na Yo, mpe nayebi ete ezalaka kati na makanisi na Yo.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Soki nasalaki masumu, olingaki komona ngai, mpe olingaki te kozanga kopesa ngai etumbu mpo na masumu na ngai.
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.
Soki nazali na ngambo, wana mawa na ngai! Ata nasali mabe te, nazali kokoka te kotombola moto, pamba te natondisami na soni mpe nazindi kati na pasi na ngai.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Soki nameki kotombola moto, ozali kolanda ngai lokola nkosi mpe ozali kobimisela ngai mayele na Yo nyonso mpo na kotelemela ngai,
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
ozali komemela ngai batatoli ya sika mpo na kotelemela ngai, ozali kopelisela ngai kanda na Yo mpo na kosala ngai mabe, mampinga na Yo bazali tango nyonso koya kobundisa ngai.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
Mpo na nini obimisaki ngai na libumu ya mama na ngai? Nalingaki na ngai kokufa, mpe liso moko te elingaki komona ngai.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Soki kutu nazalaka na ngai te, nalingaki koleka kaka mbala moko longwa na libumu ya mama kino na kunda.
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Boni, mwa ndambo ya mikolo na ngai esili te? Kende ata mosika na ngai mpo ete nazwa ata tango ya kosepela
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
liboso ete nakende na esika oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te, na mokili ya molili, mokili ya kufa,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
na mokili ya molili makasi, ya kufa mpe ya mobulu, epai wapi ata pole ezalaka molili. »
