Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Ɖe menye dɔ sesẽ mee amegbetɔ le le anyigba dzi oa? Ɖe eƒe ŋkekewo mele abe agbatetsɔla tɔ ene oa?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
Abe ale si kluvi dina be zã nedo kaba alo agbatetsɔla kpɔa mɔ na eƒe fetu vevie ene la,
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
nenemae wotsɔ ɣleti siwo me fukpekpe le kple zã siwo me hiãtuame le la nam.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
Ne memlɔ anyi la, nye susu gblɔna be, ‘Ɣe ka ɣi gɔ̃e mele fɔfɔ ge?’ Zã didina eye meƒoa togotogoe le aba dzi va se ɖe fɔŋli.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Nye ŋutilã dze abi kple nyẽ helé dzɔbu eye nye ŋutigbalẽ wó gblogblogblo hele tsi ƒaƒã tsyɔm.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Nye ŋkekewo le du ɖim wu avɔlɔ̃ʋu eye wowua enu mɔkpɔkpɔmanɔmee.
7 O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
O Mawu, ɖo ŋku edzi be, nye agbe la, ƒuƒu ko wònye, nye ŋkuwo magakpɔ dzidzɔŋkekewo akpɔ o.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thy eyes are upon me, and I am not.
Ŋku si le kpɔyem fifia la magakpɔm akpɔ o, miadim eye nyemanɔ anyi o.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Abe ale si lilikpo buna eye enu va yinae ene la, nenemae ame si yi tsiẽƒe la megagbɔna o. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Magatrɔ ava eƒe aƒe me akpɔ o, eye eƒe nɔƒe hã magadze sii o.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Eya ta nyemazi ɖoɖoe o, maƒo nu tso nye gbɔgbɔ ƒe vevesese me, eye mafa konyi le nye luʋɔ ƒe nuxaxa me.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Nyee nye atsiaƒu alo lã dziŋɔ si le atsiaƒu ƒe gogloƒe be, nèɖe dzɔlawo ɖo ŋunyea?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Ne mebu be nye aba afa akɔ nam eye suɖi aɖe nye konyifafa dzi akpɔtɔ la,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
ekema ètsɔa drɔ̃ewo doa vɔvɔ̃ nam eye nètsɔa ŋutegawo doa ŋɔdzi nam.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
Ale be melɔ̃ kudɔƒoƒo kple ku wu nye ŋutilã sia.
16 I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Menyɔ ŋu nye agbe, nyemanɔ agbe ɖaa o. Ɖe asi le ŋunye, viɖe mele nye ŋkekewo ŋu o.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thy heart upon him?
“Nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nèdo kɔkɔe alea, be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ nenema gbegbe,
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
be nèléa ŋku ɖe eŋu ŋdi sia ŋdi eye nèdonɛ kpɔ aɖabaƒoƒo ɖe sia ɖe?
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Ɖe màgaɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye alo ana gbɔdzɔem aɖabaƒoƒo ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ gɔ̃ hã oa?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ ɖe, O amegbetɔwo ŋu dzɔla, nu ka mehewɔ ɖe ŋutiwò? Nu ka ŋuti nède dzesim heɖe ŋku tɔm ale? Ɖe mezu agba ɖe dziwòa?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
Nu ka ta mèɖe ŋku ɖa le nye dzidadawo ŋu eye mètsɔ nye nu vɔ̃wo kem o? Elabena esusɔ vie mamlɔ ke me, àdim gake nyemaganɔ anyii o.”
