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 weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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 be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
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?
Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
4 Ŋutilãmeŋkue le tawòa? Ɖe nèkpɔa nu abe ale si amegbetɔ kodzogbea kpɔa nu enea?
Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5 Ɖe wò ŋkekewo le abe kodzogbeawo tɔ ene alo wò ƒewo le abe amegbetɔ tɔ ene,
Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6 be nàtsa adi nye vodadawo, aku nye nu vɔ̃wo gɔme,
so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
7 evɔ nènya be nyemedze agɔ o eye ame aɖeke mate ŋu axɔm le wò asi me oa?
And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8 “‘Wò asiwoe wɔm eye womem. Ɖe nàtrɔ azɔ atsrɔ̃ma?
Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Ɖo ŋku edzi be anyie nètsɔ mem. Ɖe nàgatrɔm azɔ mazu anyia?
Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10 Ɖe mètrɔm kɔ ɖe anyi abe notsi ene eye nèna mebla abe notsi babla ene oa?
Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 Ɖe mèfa ayi kple lãkusi ɖe ŋunye eye nètem ƒo ƒu ɖe nye ƒuwo kple lãmekawo ŋuti oa?
You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 Èna agbem henyo dɔ me nam eye le wò ametakpɔkpɔ la ta nèdzɔ nye gbɔgbɔ ŋuti.
You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 “‘Ke esiae nèɣla ɖe wò dzi me eye menya be esia le wò susu me be,
Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14 Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ la, wò ŋkuwo anɔ ŋutinye eye màgbe tohehe nam le nye vodada ta o.
If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
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.
And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
16 Ne mefɔ mo dzi la, ekema èɖeam ɖe nu abe dzata ene eye nèɖea wò ŋusẽ dziŋɔ la fiana ɖe ŋutinye.
And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
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.
You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within 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 did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
19 Ɖe nyemedzɔ o alo wokɔm tso danye ƒe dɔ me yi yɔdo mee la, ne enyo ta!
I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
20 Ɖe nye ŋkeke ʋɛawo mewu nu kloe vɔ oa? Ɖe mo ɖa le ŋunye ale be nye hã makpɔ dzidzɔ vi aɖe,
Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
21 hafi ayi demagbɔnugbe, ne mayi ɖe viviti kple blukɔ ƒe anyigba dzi,
before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
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 misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
