Job 10
1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Nayini bomoi na ngai! Nakokoba kaka komilela, nakoloba na mongongo makasi mpe na pasi ya motema na ngai.
2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
Nakoloba na Nzambe: ‹ Kokatela ngai etumbu te, yebisa ngai mabe nini nasali! ›
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
Boni, ozali kosepela konyokola ngai, kobwaka ekelamu oyo maboko na Yo esali, mpe kolongisa mabongisi ya bato mabe?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
Boni, ozali na miso ya mosuni? Ozali komona lokola bato?
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
Boni, mikolo na Yo ezali lokola mikolo ya bato, mpe mibu na yo, lokola mibu ya bato,
6 that you enquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
mpo ete oluka mabe na ngai to okundola masumu na ngai,
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
atako oyebi malamu ete nasali na ngai mabe te, mpe ete ezali na moto moko te oyo akoki kokangola ngai na loboko na Yo?
8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
Maboko na Yo nde ebongisaki ngai mpe esalaki ngai; olingi sik’oyo kobenda nzoto mpe koboma ngai?
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Kanisa ete Yo moko nde obongisaki ngai lokola mabele ya bikeko; olingi sik’oyo kozongisa ngai na putulu?
10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Osopaki ngai lokola miliki te? Okangisaki ngai mbuma-mbuma te lokola fromage?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Olatisaki ngai poso ya nzoto mpe misuni te? Otongaki mikuwa mpe misisa na ngai te?
12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Opesaki ngai bomoi mpe otalisaki ngai bolamu; mpe na bonzambe na Yo, obatelaki molimo na ngai.
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
Kasi tala likambo oyo obombaki kati na motema na Yo, mpe nayebi ete ezalaka kati na makanisi na Yo.
14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
Soki nasalaki masumu, olingaki komona ngai, mpe olingaki te kozanga kopesa ngai etumbu mpo na masumu na ngai.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
Soki nazali na ngambo, wana mawa na ngai! Ata nasali mabe te, nazali kokoka te kotombola moto, pamba te natondisami na soni mpe nazindi kati na pasi na ngai.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
Soki nameki kotombola moto, ozali kolanda ngai lokola nkosi mpe ozali kobimisela ngai mayele na Yo nyonso mpo na kotelemela ngai,
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
ozali komemela ngai batatoli ya sika mpo na kotelemela ngai, ozali kopelisela ngai kanda na Yo mpo na kosala ngai mabe, mampinga na Yo bazali tango nyonso koya kobundisa ngai.
18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
Mpo na nini obimisaki ngai na libumu ya mama na ngai? Nalingaki na ngai kokufa, mpe liso moko te elingaki komona ngai.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Soki kutu nazalaka na ngai te, nalingaki koleka kaka mbala moko longwa na libumu ya mama kino na kunda.
20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Boni, mwa ndambo ya mikolo na ngai esili te? Kende ata mosika na ngai mpo ete nazwa ata tango ya kosepela
21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
liboso ete nakende na esika oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te, na mokili ya molili, mokili ya kufa,
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
na mokili ya molili makasi, ya kufa mpe ya mobulu, epai wapi ata pole ezalaka molili. »
