Hiob 7
1 “Ɖe menye dɔ sesẽ mee amegbetɔ le le anyigba dzi oa? Ɖe eƒe ŋkekewo mele abe agbatetsɔla tɔ ene oa?
Is there not a limited time of service to a mortal upon the earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired laborer?
2 Abe ale si kluvi dina be zã nedo kaba alo agbatetsɔla kpɔa mɔ na eƒe fetu vevie ene la,
As a servant eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hired laborer hopeth for his reward:
3 nenemae wotsɔ ɣleti siwo me fukpekpe le kple zã siwo me hiãtuame le la nam.
So was I compelled to possess months of vanity, and nights of trouble were counted out unto me.
4 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.
When I He down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am wearied with tossings about till the dawn of day.
5 Nye ŋutilã dze abi kple nyẽ helé dzɔbu eye nye ŋutigbalẽ wó gblogblogblo hele tsi ƒaƒã tsyɔm.
My flesh is covered with worms and clods of dust: my skin is burst open, and become loathsome.
6 “Nye ŋkekewo le du ɖim wu avɔlɔ̃ʋu eye wowua enu mɔkpɔkpɔmanɔmee.
My days hasten away more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end in the absence of hope.
7 O Mawu, ɖo ŋku edzi be, nye agbe la, ƒuƒu ko wònye, nye ŋkuwo magakpɔ dzidzɔŋkekewo akpɔ o.
Oh remember that nothing but a breath is my life; that my eye will not again see happiness;
8 Ŋku si le kpɔyem fifia la magakpɔm akpɔ o, miadim eye nyemanɔ anyi o.
The eye of him that seeth me now will not behold me again: [thou fixest] thy eyes upon me, and I am no more.
9 Abe ale si lilikpo buna eye enu va yinae ene la, nenemae ame si yi tsiẽƒe la megagbɔna o. (Sheol h7585)
As the cloud vanisheth and passeth away: so will he that goeth down to the nether world not come up again. (Sheol h7585)
10 Magatrɔ ava eƒe aƒe me akpɔ o, eye eƒe nɔƒe hã magadze sii o.
He will return no more to his house, and his place will not recognize him any more.
11 “Eya ta nyemazi ɖoɖoe o, maƒo nu tso nye gbɔgbɔ ƒe vevesese me, eye mafa konyi le nye luʋɔ ƒe nuxaxa me.
Therefore will I also not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit: I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Nyee nye atsiaƒu alo lã dziŋɔ si le atsiaƒu ƒe gogloƒe be, nèɖe dzɔlawo ɖo ŋunyea?
Am I a sea, or a monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 Ne mebu be nye aba afa akɔ nam eye suɖi aɖe nye konyifafa dzi akpɔtɔ la,
For should I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help me bear my complaint:
14 ekema ètsɔa drɔ̃ewo doa vɔvɔ̃ nam eye nètsɔa ŋutegawo doa ŋɔdzi nam.
Then wouldst thou frighten me with dreams, and with visions wouldst thou terrify me;
15 Ale be melɔ̃ kudɔƒoƒo kple ku wu nye ŋutilã sia.
So that my soul would choose strangling, death rather than these limbs of mine.
16 Menyɔ ŋu nye agbe, nyemanɔ agbe ɖaa o. Ɖe asi le ŋunye, viɖe mele nye ŋkekewo ŋu o.
I loathe it; I cannot live for ever: let me alone; for my days are but nought.
17 “Nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nèdo kɔkɔe alea, be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ nenema gbegbe,
What is the mortal, that thou shouldst make him great? and that thou shouldst direct thy heart toward him?
18 be nèléa ŋku ɖe eŋu ŋdi sia ŋdi eye nèdonɛ kpɔ aɖabaƒoƒo ɖe sia ɖe?
And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, probe him every moment?
19 Ɖe màgaɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye alo ana gbɔdzɔem aɖabaƒoƒo ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ gɔ̃ hã oa?
How long wilt thou not turn thy regard from me, nor let; me loose till I swallow down my spittle?
20 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?
If I have sinned, what [injury] can I cause unto thee, O thou Guardian of men? why hast thou set me as an object for thee to strike at, so that I am become a burden to myself?
21 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.”
And why wilt thou not forgive my transgression, and let my iniquity pass away? for soon must I lie down in the dust; and thou wilt seek for me, but I shall be no more.
