Job 10
1 Yt anoieth my soule of my lijf; Y schal lete my speche ayens me, Y schal speke in the bitternesse of my soule.
Hejeko ty haveloko; hampidadaeko ty fitoreoko hivolañe ami’ty hafairan-troko.
2 Y schal seie to God, Nyle thou condempne me; schewe thou to me, whi thou demest me so.
Hoe ty ataoko aman’Añahare, Ko ozoñe’o; ampahafohino ahiko ty lie’o amako.
3 Whether it semeth good to thee, if thou `falsli chalengist and oppressist me, the werk of thin hondis; and if thou helpist the counsel of wickid men?
Mahasoa azo hao te ihe mamorekeke, te mavoe’o ty satam-pità’o vaho ampiloeloea’o ty fikinià’ o lo-tserekeo?
4 Whethir fleischli iyen ben to thee, ethir, as a man seeth, also thou schalt se?
Amam-pihaino nofotse v’iheo? Mahavazoho manahake ty fañentea’ ondatio hao?
5 Whether thi daies ben as the daies of man, and `thi yeeris ben as mannus tymes;
Hambañe ami’ty andro’ o olombeloñeo hao o andro’oo, mira ami’ty tao’ ondatio hao o tao’oo,
6 that thou enquere my wickidnesse, and enserche my synne?
t’ie tsoehe’o o tahikoo, vaho kodebe’o o hakeokoo,
7 And wite, that Y haue do no `wickid thing; sithen no man is, that may delyuere fro thin hond?
ndra t’ie arofoana’o te tsy tsereheñe, tsy eo ty haharombake am-pità’o.
8 Thin hondis han maad me, and han formed me al in cumpas; and thou castist me doun so sodeynli.
Nitsenèm-pità’o iraho, nifonire’o ho raike; aa vaho ho rotsahe’o?
9 Y preye, haue thou mynde, that thou madist me as cley, and schalt brynge me ayen in to dust.
Tiahio te lietse ty nitsenea’o ahy; hampoli’o ho deboke hao?
10 Whether thou hast not mylkid me as mylk, and hast cruddid me togidere as cheese?
Tsy nadoa’o hoe ronono hao raho vaho nampamoae’o hoe habobo?
11 Thou clothidist me with skyn and fleisch; thou hast ioyned me togidere with boonys and senewis.
Nanikina’o holitse naho nofotse, namahera’o an-taolañe naho talin’ozatse.
12 Thou hast youe lijf and mercy to me, and thi visiting hath kept my spirit.
Tinolo’o havelo an-koko migahiñe, vaho nampitambeloñe ty troko ty fiatraha’o.
13 Thouy thou helist these thingis in thin herte, netheles Y woot, that thou hast mynde of alle thingis.
Fe naeta’o añ’arofo’o ao o raha zao; apotako t’ie ama’o:
14 If Y dide synne, and thou sparidist me at an our; whi suffrist thou not me to be cleene of my wickidnesse?
Ie mandilatse iraho, tendre’o, vaho tsy apo’o i hakeokoy.
15 And if Y was wickid, wo is to me; and if Y was iust, Y fillid with turment and wretchidnesse `schal not reise the heed.
Ie manao hakeo: hankàñe amako! Ie mahity, tsy vaniko ty miandra, amy te lifo-kasalarañe, tsapako o hasotriakoo.
16 And if Y reise `the heed for pride, thou schalt take me as a lionesse; and thou turnest ayen, and turmentist me wondirli.
Aa naho niandrandra: Le hoe liona ty hangoroña’o ahy; vaho havale’o ahy an-kalatsàñe.
17 Thou gaderist in store thi witnessis ayens me, and thou multipliest thin yre, `that is, veniaunce, ayens me; and peynes holden knyythod in me.
Vaoe’o amako o mpanisý ahikoo, vaho indrae’o amako ty haviñera’o; hasosorañe mitovon-kaemberañe ty amako.
18 Whi hast thou led me out of the wombe? `And Y wolde, that Y were wastid, lest an iye `schulde se me.
Ino ty nañakara’o ahy an-koviñe ao? Nainako te ho nisimba tsy ho niisam-pihaino,
19 That Y hadde be, as if Y were not, and `were translatid, ethir borun ouer, fro the wombe to the sepulcre.
Hàmake t’ie hoe tsy nitoly, fa boak’an-koviñe mb’an-kibory
20 Whether the fewnesse of my daies schal not be endid in schort? Therfor suffre thou me, that Y biweile `a litil my sorewe,
Tsy ho napo’e hao o androko tsy ampeampeo? Misitaha hey irehe, hahatreavako fañanintsin-kedeke,
21 bifor that Y go, and turne not ayen, to the derk lond, and hilid with the derknesse of deth, to the lond of wrecchidnesse and of derknessis;
aolo’ te hiampaneñako; mb’amy tsy hahafibaliham-beoy, mb’an-tane mimoromoroñe, mb’an-talinjon-kavilasy ao;
22 where is schadewe of deeth, and noon ordre, but euerlastynge hidousnesse dwellith.
Tane migobogoboñ’ ieñe, toe fimoromoroñañe, an-tane an-kalon-kavilasy, tsy mipendreñe, miloeloe hoe ieñe.
