Job 10
1 “Ike ịdị ndụ agwụla m. Hapụnụ m ka m kwuo ihe dị m nʼobi, kwupụta ya dịka obi ilu nke mkpụrụobi m si dị.
My soul is disgusted with my life; I will give free vent to my complaint over myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Ihe m ga-agwa Chineke bụ nke a: Apụtala maa m ikpe, kama gwa m ihe mere i ji ama m ikpe.
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; let me know for what cause thou contendest against me.
3 Ọ dị gị mma nʼobi imegbu m, si otu a leda ọrụ aka gị anya, mgbe ị na-anabata atụmatụ nke ndị na-emebi iwu?
Is it well for thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst reject the labor of thy hands, and shed light upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Ị nwere anya nke anụ ahụ? Ị na-ahụ ụzọ dịka mmadụ si ahụ?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or wilt thou see as a mortal seeth?
5 Ụbọchị nke gị, ha dịka nke ndị nwere anụ ahụ, ka afọ nke gị, ha dịka nke mmadụ dị ike?
Are thy days as the days of a mortal, or are thy years as the days of a man,
6 Nke ga-eme na i na-achọpụta ikpe ọmụma m ma nyochaa mmehie m?
That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
7 Ọ bụ ezie na ị maara na ikpe amaghị m, na ọ dịghị onye pụrụ ịnapụta m site nʼaka gị.
Still it is within thy knowledge that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliver me out of thy hand.
8 “Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ m kee m. Ọ ga-atụgharịa ugbu a bibie m?
Thy hands have carefully fashioned me and made me; every thing is in harmony all round about; and yet thou dost destroy me!
9 Cheta na ị kpụrụ m dịka ụrọ. Ị ga-eme ka m laghachi nʼaja ọzọ?
Remember, I beseech thee, that as though I were clay hast thou made me; and wilt thou cause me to return again unto the dust?
10 Ọ bụ na ị wụpụghị m dịka mmiri ara ehi mee ka m kpụkọta dịka mmiri ara rahụrụ arahụ?
Behold, like milk didst thou pour me out, and like cheese didst thou curdle me.
11 Yikwasị m akpụkpọ ahụ na anụ ahụ, werekwa ọkpụkpụ na akwara kpaa m dịka uwe?
With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, and with bones and sinews didst thou cover me.
12 I nyere m ndụ gosikwa m obiọma gị, nʼịdị mma gị chebekwara mmụọ m.
Life and kindness didst thou grant me, and thy providence watched over my spirit.
13 “Ma nke a bụ ihe i zoro nʼime obi gị, amakwa m na ọ bụ ihe dị gị nʼuche.
And yet these things hadst thou treasured up in thy heart: I know that this was [resolved] within thee.
14 Ọ bụrụ na m mehiere, ị ga na-ele m anya, ị gaghị ekwe ka m ghara ịta ahụhụ nʼihi mmehie m.
If I have sinned, then dost thou watch me, and from my iniquity thou wilt not declare me guiltless.
15 Ọ bụrụ na ikpe mara m, ahụhụ na-adịrị m! A sịkwarị na aka m dị ọcha, apụghị m iweli isi m elu nʼihi na ejupụtara m nʼihere, bụrụkwa onye e mibara nʼime nsogbu m.
If I be wicked, woe unto me: and if I be righteous, I can still not lift up my head; I am sated with disgrace, and ever seeing my affliction;
16 Ọ bụrụ na m welie m isi elu, dịka ọdụm ị ga-eji nwayọọ na-eso m nʼazụ ma werekwa ike gị dị egwu megide m.
And it constantly increaseth; like a fierce lion dost thou hunt for me; and again thou showest thyself continually wonderful on me;
17 I na-eweta ndị ama ọhụrụ megide m, mee ka iwe gị baa ụba nʼebe m nọ; ị na-eme ka ndị agha gị na-abịakwute m, otu nʼelu ibe ya dịka ebili mmiri.
Thou ever renewest thy witnesses against me, and causest thy indignation to grow strong against me; changes and multitudes [of sufferings] are around me.
18 “Gịnị mere i ji wepụta m site nʼafọ nne m? Ọ gaara aka m mma ịnwụ tupu anya ọbụla ahụ m.
Wherefore then didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me!
19 A sịkwarị na amụpụtaghị m maọbụ na e sitere nʼafọ nne m buba m nʼime ili!
That I were as though I had not been, —had been borne from the womb to the grave.
20 Ụbọchị ndụ m ọ dịghị ole na ole? Si nʼebe m nọ wezuga onwe gị ka m nwetu ọṅụ nwa mgbe nta,
Lo! my days are but few: cease, then, withdraw from me [thy hand], that I may recover my cheerfulness a little.
21 tupu m hapụ laa nʼala ọchịchịrị na onyinyo nke ọnwụ ebe m na-agaghị esi pụtakwa.
Before I go, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
22 Nʼala nke oke ọchịchịrị, ala nke onyinyo ọnwụ, nke usoro na-adịghị, ebe ọbụladị ìhè dịkwa ka ọchịchịrị.”
A land of utter gloom, as of the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the light of which is like utter gloom.
