Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ani jireenya koo akka malee jibbeera; kanaafuu caalchisee nan guunguma; hadhaaʼummaa lubbuu kootiinis nan dubbadha.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Waaqaanis akkana nan jedha: Ati maaliin akka na himattu natti himi malee natti hin murin.
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?
Hojii jalʼootaa gammachuudhaan fudhattee ana immoo yommuu cunqursitu, hojii harka keetiis yommuu tuffattu sitti tolaa?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Ati ija foonii qabdaa? Akka namni ilaaluttis ni ilaaltaa?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Barri kee akka bara namaatii? Yookaan waggoonni kee akka waggoota namaatii?
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
Yoos ati maaliif balleessaa koo barbaaddee cubbuu koo qoratta?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
Taʼus ati akka ani yakka hin qabnee fi akka namni harka keetii na baasu tokko iyyuu hin jirre ni beekta.
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
“Harki kee tolchee na uume. Ati amma deebitee na balleessitaa?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Akka supheetti na tolchuu kee yaadadhu. Ati amma gara biyyootti na deebiftaa?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Ati akka aannanii na hin dhangalaafnee? Akka baaduus na hin itichinee?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Ati gogaa fi foon natti uffifte; lafee fi ribuudhaanis walitti hodhitee na tolchite.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Ati jireenya naa kennitee gaarummaa natti argisiifte; kunuunsi kees hafuura koo naa eege.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
“Ati garuu waan kana hunda garaatti qabatte; anis akka wanni kun yaada kee keessa jiru nan beeka.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Ati yoo ani cubbuu hojjedhe na argita; balleessaa koos utuu hin adabin bira hin dabartu.
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.
Yoo ani yakka hojjedhe, anaaf wayyoo! Ani yoo nama balleessaa hin qabne taʼe illee, mataa koo ol qabachuu hin dandaʼu; ani salphina uffadhee dhiphina keessa seeneeraatii.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Yoo ani mataa ol qabadhe ati akka leenca waa adamsuu na adamsita; humna kee sodaachisaa sanas ammumaa amma natti argisiifta.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Ati dhuga baatota haaraa natti fiddee dheekkamsa kee natti dabalta; loltuus natti fidda.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
“Egaa ati maaliif gadameessa keessaa na baafte? Utuu iji tokko iyyuu na hin argin utuun duʼee.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Ani utuun dhalachuu baadhee yookaan utuun akkuman dhaladheen awwaalamee jiraadhee!
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Barri koo gabaabaan dhumaa jira mitii? Akka ani yeroo xinnoof gammaduuf narraa deebiʼi;
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
utuu ani lafa dhaqanii hin deebine, biyya dimimmisaa fi dukkana limixii hin dhaqin dura,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
gara biyya dimimmisaaʼaa akka dukkanaa, biyya gaaddidduu duʼaatiin guutame, kan ifni iyyuu akkuma dukkanaa taʼee hin dhaqin, narraa deebiʼi.”
