Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Maharikoriko ahy ny aiko; Hamoaka ny fitarainako aho sy hiteny noho ny fangidian’ ny fanahiko
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Hanao amin’ Andriamanitra hoe aho: Aza manameloka ahy; Mba ampahalalao izay anton’ ny iadianao amiko aho.
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?
Mahafaly Anao va ny hampahory sy hanary ny efa nisasaranao ka hamirapiratra amin’ ny fisainan’ ny ratsy fanahy?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Manana maso nofo va Hianao? Na mijery tahaka ny fijerin’ ny zanak’ olombelona?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Tahaka ny andron’ ny zanak’ olombelona va ny andronao? Na tahaka ny taonan’ ny olombelona ny taonanao,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
No dia mikaroka izay heloko Hianao sy mikatsaka izay fahotako,
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
Na dia fantatrao aza fa tsy mba ratsy fanahy aho, ary tsy misy mahavonjy amin’ ny tananao?
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Ny tananao ihany no namorona ahy ka nanisy endrika izao tenako rehetra izao, kanjo levoninao indray aho izao.
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Masìna Hianao, tsarovy fa notefenao toy ny tanimanga aho, ka hamerina ahy amin’ ny vovoka indray Hianao!
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Tsy naidinao toy ny ronono va aho ka nampandrinao toy ny ronono-mandry?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Eny, notafianao hoditra sy nofo aho ary norarinao tamin’ ny taolana sy ny ozatra.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Aina sy famindram-po no nomenao ahy; Ary ny fiahianao no niaro ny aiko.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
Saingy izao no nafeninao tao am-ponao, eny, fantatro fa tao aminao izao:
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Raha manota aho, dia mamantatra ahy Hianao ka tsy manafaka ahy amin’ ny heloko.
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.
Raha meloka aho, dia lozako! Ary na dia marina aza aho, dia tsy ho sahy miandrandra, satria feno henatra sady mahatsiaro fahoriana aho.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Fa raha sahy miandrandra aho, dia hihaza ahy tahaka ny liona masiaka Hianao; Ary hiverina indray Hianao, ka ho mahagaga ny famelinao ahy.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Mbola hanangana vavolombelona vaovao mandrakariva hanameloka ahy Hianao sy hampitombo ny fahatezeranao amiko; Fahavalo mifanontona no mamely ahy.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
Ka nahoana no namoaka ahy foana avy tany am-bohoka Hianao? Fa raha tsy izany, dia ho niala aina aho, ka tsy mba nisy maso nahita ahy akory.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Ary efa toy ny tsy ary aho. Ka nentina avy tany an-kibo ho any am-pasana.
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Tsy vitsy va ny androko? Koa mitsahara Hianao, mihataha mba hakako aina kely,
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
Dieny tsy mbola lasa tsy hiverina aho, dia ho any amin’ ny tanin’ ny aizina sy ny aloky ny fahafatesana,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
Ho any amin’ ny tany maizim-pito, dia ny an’ ny aloky ny fahafatesana sy ny fikorontanana, sady maizim-pito ny famirapiratana any.
