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 weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. 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 tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with 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 good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
4 Ị nwere anya nke anụ ahụ? Ị na-ahụ ụzọ dịka mmadụ si ahụ?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
5 Ụbọchị nke gị, ha dịka nke ndị nwere anụ ahụ, ka afọ nke gị, ha dịka nke mmadụ dị ike?
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
6 Nke ga-eme na i na-achọpụta ikpe ọmụma m ma nyochaa mmehie m?
that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Ọ bụ ezie na ị maara na ikpe amaghị m, na ọ dịghị onye pụrụ ịnapụta m site nʼaka gị.
Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8 “Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ m kee m. Ọ ga-atụgharịa ugbu a bibie m?
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
9 Cheta na ị kpụrụ m dịka ụrọ. Ị ga-eme ka m laghachi nʼaja ọzọ?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 Ọ bụ na ị wụpụghị m dịka mmiri ara ehi mee ka m kpụkọta dịka mmiri ara rahụrụ arahụ?
Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Yikwasị m akpụkpọ ahụ na anụ ahụ, werekwa ọkpụkpụ na akwara kpaa m dịka uwe?
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 I nyere m ndụ gosikwa m obiọma gị, nʼịdị mma gị chebekwara mmụọ m.
You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 “Ma nke a bụ ihe i zoro nʼime obi gị, amakwa m na ọ bụ ihe dị gị nʼuche.
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
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 sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
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 am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of 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.
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to 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.
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 “Gịnị mere i ji wepụta m site nʼafọ nne m? Ọ gaara aka m mma ịnwụ tupu anya ọbụla ahụ m.
“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 A sịkwarị na amụpụtaghị m maọbụ na e sitere nʼafọ nne m buba m nʼime ili!
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried 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,
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 tupu m hapụ laa nʼala ọchịchịrị na onyinyo nke ọnwụ ebe m na-agaghị esi pụtakwa.
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 Nʼala nke oke ọchịchịrị, ala nke onyinyo ọnwụ, nke usoro na-adịghị, ebe ọbụladị ìhè dịkwa ka ọchịchịrị.”
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
