Job 7
1 [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of a hireling?
“Ebiseera by’omuntu ku nsi, tebyagerebwa? Ennaku ze tezaagerebwa nga ez’omupakasi?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work;
Ng’omuddu eyeegomba ekisiikirize okujja, ng’omupakasi bwe yeesunga empeera ye;
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
bwe ntyo bwe nnaweebwa emyezi egy’okubonaabona, ebiro ebyokutegana bwe byangererwa.
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.
Bwe ngalamira neebake, njogera nti, ‘Ndiyimuka ddi, ekiro kinaakoma ddi?’ Nga nzijudde okukulungutana okutuusa obudde lwe bukya.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
Omubiri gwange gujjudde envunyu n’ebikakampa, n’olususu lwange lukutusekutuse era lulabika bubi.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Ennaku zange zidduka okusinga ekyuma ky’omulusi w’engoye bw’atambuza ky’alusisa engoye ze; era zikoma awatali ssuubi.
7 O remember that my life [is] wind: my eye will no more see good.
Ojjukira Ayi Katonda, nti obulamu bwange tebuliimu, wabula mukka bukka, amaaso gange tegaliddayo kulaba bulungi.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thy eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
Eriiso ly’oyo eryali lindabyeko teririddayo kundaba; amaaso gammwe galinnoonya, naye nga sikyaliwo.
9 [As] the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no [more]. (Sheol h7585)
Nga ekire bwe kibulawo ne kigenda, bw’atyo n’aziikwa mu ntaana talivaayo. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Taliddayo mu nnyumba ye, amaka ge tegaliddayo kumumanya nate.
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.
Noolwekyo sijja kuziyiza kamwa kange, nzija kwogera okulumwa kw’omutima gwange; nzija kwemulugunyiza mu bulumi bw’emmeeme yange.
12 [Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Ndi nnyanja oba ndi lukwata ow’omu buziba, olyoke onkuume?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Bwe ndowooza nti, obuliri bwange bunampa ku mirembe, ekiriri kyange kinakendeeza ku kulumwa kwange;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
n’olyoka ontiisa n’ebirooto era n’onkanga okuyita mu kwolesebwa.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
Emmeeme yange ne yeegomba okwetuga, nfe okusinga okuba omulamu.
16 I lothe [it]; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
Sikyeyagala, neetamiddwa. Sijja kubeera mulamu emirembe gyonna. Ndeka; kubanga ennaku zange butaliimu.
17 What [is] man, that thou shouldst magnify him? and that thou shouldst set thy heart upon him?
Omuntu kye ki ggwe okumugulumiza, n’omulowoozaako?
18 And [that] thou shouldst visit him every morning, [and] try him every moment?
Bw’otyo n’omwekebejja buli makya, n’omugezesa buli kaseera?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Olituusa ddi nga tonvuddeeko n’ondeka ne mmira ku malusu?
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?
Nyonoonye; kiki kye nakukola, ggwe omukuumi w’abantu? Lwaki onfudde nga akabonero ak’obulabe gy’oli, ne neefuukira omugugu?
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].
Era lwaki tosonyiwa kwonoona kwange, n’oggyawo obutali butuukirivu bwange? Kubanga kaakano nzija kwebaka mu ntaana; era ojja kunnoonya ku makya naye naaba sikyaliwo.”
