Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Kua hoha toku wairua ki toku ora; ka tukua e ahau taku tangi kia rere ana; ka korero ahau i te kikiwatanga o toku ngakau.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
Ka mea ahau ki te Atua, Kaua ahau e whakahengia; whakakitea ki ahau te take i totohe ai koe ki ahau.
3 Is it good to thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
He mea pai ranei ki a koe kia tukino koe, kia whakahawea ki te mahi a ou ringa, a kia whiti tou marama ki te whakaaro o te hunga kino?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
He kanohi kikokiko ranei ou? he penei ranei tau titiro me ta te tangata titiro?
5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,
He rite ranei ou ra ki o te tangata ra? He rite ranei ou tau ki o te tangata ra?
6 That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
I uiuia ai e koe toku kino, i rapua ai e koe toku hara?
7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
Ahakoa e mohio ana ano koe ehara ahau i te mea he, kahore ano tetahi hei whakaora i roto i tou ringa?
8 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
Na ou ringa ahau i mahi, i hanga, he mea hono marie i tetahi taha, i tetahi taha; otiia e whakangaromia ana ahau e koe.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Kia mahara ra, nau ahau i hanga, ano he paru; tera ranei koe e whakahoki ano i ahau ki te puehu?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
He teka ianei he mea riringi ahau nau ano he waiu, meinga ana ahau e koe kia tetepe ano he tiihi?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
Nau ahau i whakakakahu ki te kiri, ki te kikokiko, a nau ano ahau i hohou ki te wheua, ki te uaua.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit.
Whakawhiwhi ana ahau e koe ki te ora, ki te atawhai, a he tirotirohanga mai nau i mau ai toku wairua.
13 And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
Heoi huna ana ano enei mea e koe i roto i tou ngakau: e mohio ana hoki ahau kei a koe ano tenei.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
Ki te hara ahau, ka matauria e koe; e kore ano koe e whakakahore ki toku he.
15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
Ki te he ahau, aue toku mate: ki te tika ahau, e kore tonu e ara toku mahunga; he ki hoki noku i te whakama me te titiro iho ki toku mate.
16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
A ki te whakarewa ake toku mahunga i a ia, ka whaia ahau e koe ano he raiona; a ka whakakite ano koe i a koe, i tou miharo, ki ahau.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
E whakahoutia ana e koe au kaiwhakaatu i oku he, e whakanuia ana hoki e koe tou riri ki ahau; ko nga putanga ketanga ko te whawhai hei pehi i ahau.
18 Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
He aha ra ahau i whakaputaina mai ai e koe i roto i te kopu? te hemo noa atu ai ahau, a kihai tetahi kanohi i kite i ahau.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Penei kua rite ahau, ano kua kahore noa iho; kua mauria atu ahau i te kopu ki te urupa.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
He teka ranei he torutoru oku ra? Kati ra, waiho ake koa ahau, kia ahua makoha ana i tenei wa iti,
21 Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Keiwha haere, ahau ki te wahi e kore nei ahau e hoki mai, ki te whenua o te pouri, o te atarangi o te mata;
22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Ki te whenua o te pouri kerekere, o te tino o te pouri; he whenua no te atarangi o te mate, kahore nei o reira tikanga, a ko tona marama, koia ano te pouri.
