Job 7
1 “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
“Ɖe menye dɔ sesẽ mee amegbetɔ le le anyigba dzi oa? Ɖe eƒe ŋkekewo mele abe agbatetsɔla tɔ ene oa?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
Abe ale si kluvi dina be zã nedo kaba alo agbatetsɔla kpɔa mɔ na eƒe fetu vevie ene la,
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, 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 will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until 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 closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will 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 who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
Ŋku si le kpɔyem fifia la magakpɔm akpɔ o, miadim eye nyemanɔ anyi o.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will 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 will return no more to his house, neither will 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 keep silent. 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 sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
Nyee nye atsiaƒu alo lã dziŋɔ si le atsiaƒu ƒe gogloƒe be, nèɖe dzɔlawo ɖo ŋunyea?
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
Ne mebu be nye aba afa akɔ nam eye suɖi aɖe nye konyifafa dzi akpɔtɔ la,
14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
ekema ètsɔa drɔ̃ewo doa vɔvɔ̃ nam eye nètsɔa ŋutegawo doa ŋɔdzi nam.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
Ale be melɔ̃ kudɔƒoƒo kple ku wu nye ŋutilã sia.
16 I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Menyɔ ŋu nye agbe, nyemanɔ agbe ɖaa o. Ɖe asi le ŋunye, viɖe mele nye ŋkekewo ŋu o.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
“Nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nèdo kɔkɔe alea, be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ nenema gbegbe,
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
be nèléa ŋku ɖe eŋu ŋdi sia ŋdi eye nèdonɛ kpɔ aɖabaƒoƒo ɖe sia ɖe?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Ɖe màgaɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye alo ana gbɔdzɔem aɖabaƒoƒo ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ gɔ̃ hã oa?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, 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 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will 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.”
