Job 10
1 I am weary of my life; I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nye agbe le ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ, eya ta maɖe asi le nye konyifafa ŋu wòado bababa eye maƒo nu le nye luʋɔ ƒe vevesese me.
2 I will say to God, 'Do not merely condemn me; show me why you accuse me.
Magblɔ na Mawu be, ‘Mègabu fɔm o gake gblɔ nu siwo nye nya nètsɔ ɖe ŋutinye la nam.
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress me, to despise the work of your hands while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Ɖe wòle nuwò vivim be yele teyem ɖe to, be nètsɔ wò asinudɔwɔwɔ ƒu gbe eye nèle alɔgbɔnu kom na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe ɖoɖowoa?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see like a man sees?
Ŋutilãmeŋkue le tawòa? Ɖe nèkpɔa nu abe ale si amegbetɔ kodzogbea kpɔa nu enea?
5 Are your days like the days of mankind or your years like the years of people,
Ɖe wò ŋkekewo le abe kodzogbeawo tɔ ene alo wò ƒewo le abe amegbetɔ tɔ ene,
6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,
be nàtsa adi nye vodadawo, aku nye nu vɔ̃wo gɔme,
7 although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?
evɔ nènya be nyemedze agɔ o eye ame aɖeke mate ŋu axɔm le wò asi me oa?
8 Your hands have framed and fashioned me together round about, yet you are destroying me.
“‘Wò asiwoe wɔm eye womem. Ɖe nàtrɔ azɔ atsrɔ̃ma?
9 Call to mind, I beg you, that you have fashioned me like clay; will you bring me into dust again?
Ɖo ŋku edzi be anyie nètsɔ mem. Ɖe nàgatrɔm azɔ mazu anyia?
10 Have you not poured me out like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Ɖe mètrɔm kɔ ɖe anyi abe notsi ene eye nèna mebla abe notsi babla ene oa?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Ɖe mèfa ayi kple lãkusi ɖe ŋunye eye nètem ƒo ƒu ɖe nye ƒuwo kple lãmekawo ŋuti oa?
12 You have granted me life and covenant faithfulness; your help has guarded my spirit.
Èna agbem henyo dɔ me nam eye le wò ametakpɔkpɔ la ta nèdzɔ nye gbɔgbɔ ŋuti.
13 Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:
“‘Ke esiae nèɣla ɖe wò dzi me eye menya be esia le wò susu me be,
14 that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ la, wò ŋkuwo anɔ ŋutinye eye màgbe tohehe nam le nye vodada ta o.
15 If I have acted wickedly, woe to me; and even if I acted righteously, I could not lift up my head, since I am filled with disgrace— see my affliction!
Ne meɖi fɔ la, baba nam! Ne nyemeɖi fɔ o gɔ̃ hã la, nyemate ŋu afɔ mo dzi o elabena ŋukpe yɔ menye fũu eye menyrɔ ɖe nye vevesese me.
16 If my head were lifted up, you would stalk me like a lion; and again you would show yourself with marvellous acts of power against me.
Ne mefɔ mo dzi la, ekema èɖeam ɖe nu abe dzata ene eye nèɖea wò ŋusẽ dziŋɔ la fiana ɖe ŋutinye.
17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger against me; you attack me with fresh armies.
Èɖoa ɖasefo bubuwo ŋunye eye nèdoa dziku ɖe ŋutinye ɖe edzi, ale wò aʋakɔwo tsona ɖe ŋunye ɖe wo nɔewo yome abe ƒutsotsoewo ene.
18 Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up my spirit and that no eye had ever seen me.
“‘Ke nu ka ŋuti nèna medo tso danye ƒe dɔ me? Ɖe meku ɖe danye ƒe dɔ me la, adzɔ dzi nam ŋutɔ, anye ne ŋku aɖeke mekpɔm o.
19 I would have been as though I had never existed; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Ɖe nyemedzɔ o alo wokɔm tso danye ƒe dɔ me yi yɔdo mee la, ne enyo ta!
20 Are not my days only a few? Stop then, let me alone, so that I may have a little rest
Ɖe nye ŋkeke ʋɛawo mewu nu kloe vɔ oa? Ɖe mo ɖa le ŋunye ale be nye hã makpɔ dzidzɔ vi aɖe,
21 before I go from where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
hafi ayi demagbɔnugbe, ne mayi ɖe viviti kple blukɔ ƒe anyigba dzi,
22 the land that is as dark as midnight, the land of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is like midnight.'”
anyigba si dzi zã do blukɔ kpekpekpe le, teƒe si nye blukɔ tsiɖitsiɖi kple tɔtɔ teƒe, afi si kekeli le ko abe viviti ene.’”
