Hiob 10
1 “Nye agbe le ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ, eya ta maɖe asi le nye konyifafa ŋu wòado bababa eye maƒo nu le nye luʋɔ ƒe vevesese me.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2 Magblɔ na Mawu be, ‘Mègabu fɔm o gake gblɔ nu siwo nye nya nètsɔ ɖe ŋutinye la nam.
I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
3 Ɖe wòle nuwò vivim be yele teyem ɖe to, be nètsɔ wò asinudɔwɔwɔ ƒu gbe eye nèle alɔgbɔnu kom na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe ɖoɖowoa?
What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
4 Ŋutilãmeŋkue le tawòa? Ɖe nèkpɔa nu abe ale si amegbetɔ kodzogbea kpɔa nu enea?
Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
5 Ɖe wò ŋkekewo le abe kodzogbeawo tɔ ene alo wò ƒewo le abe amegbetɔ tɔ ene,
Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6 be nàtsa adi nye vodadawo, aku nye nu vɔ̃wo gɔme,
That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
7 evɔ nènya be nyemedze agɔ o eye ame aɖeke mate ŋu axɔm le wò asi me oa?
Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
8 “‘Wò asiwoe wɔm eye womem. Ɖe nàtrɔ azɔ atsrɔ̃ma?
Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
9 Ɖo ŋku edzi be anyie nètsɔ mem. Ɖe nàgatrɔm azɔ mazu anyia?
O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
10 Ɖe mètrɔm kɔ ɖe anyi abe notsi ene eye nèna mebla abe notsi babla ene oa?
Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
11 Ɖe mèfa ayi kple lãkusi ɖe ŋunye eye nètem ƒo ƒu ɖe nye ƒuwo kple lãmekawo ŋuti oa?
By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
12 Èna agbem henyo dɔ me nam eye le wò ametakpɔkpɔ la ta nèdzɔ nye gbɔgbɔ ŋuti.
You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
13 “‘Ke esiae nèɣla ɖe wò dzi me eye menya be esia le wò susu me be,
But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
14 Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ la, wò ŋkuwo anɔ ŋutinye eye màgbe tohehe nam le nye vodada ta o.
That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:
15 Ne meɖi fɔ la, baba nam! Ne nyemeɖi fɔ o gɔ̃ hã la, nyemate ŋu afɔ mo dzi o elabena ŋukpe yɔ menye fũu eye menyrɔ ɖe nye vevesese me.
That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
16 Ne mefɔ mo dzi la, ekema èɖeam ɖe nu abe dzata ene eye nèɖea wò ŋusẽ dziŋɔ la fiana ɖe ŋutinye.
And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
17 Èɖoa ɖasefo bubuwo ŋunye eye nèdoa dziku ɖe ŋutinye ɖe edzi, ale wò aʋakɔwo tsona ɖe ŋunye ɖe wo nɔewo yome abe ƒutsotsoewo ene.
That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
18 “‘Ke nu ka ŋuti nèna medo tso danye ƒe dɔ me? Ɖe meku ɖe danye ƒe dɔ me la, adzɔ dzi nam ŋutɔ, anye ne ŋku aɖeke mekpɔm o.
Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 Ɖe nyemedzɔ o alo wokɔm tso danye ƒe dɔ me yi yɔdo mee la, ne enyo ta!
And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Ɖe nye ŋkeke ʋɛawo mewu nu kloe vɔ oa? Ɖe mo ɖa le ŋunye ale be nye hã makpɔ dzidzɔ vi aɖe,
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
21 hafi ayi demagbɔnugbe, ne mayi ɖe viviti kple blukɔ ƒe anyigba dzi,
Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
22 anyigba si dzi zã do blukɔ kpekpekpe le, teƒe si nye blukɔ tsiɖitsiɖi kple tɔtɔ teƒe, afi si kekeli le ko abe viviti ene.’”
A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.
