Job 7
1 “Ndụ mmadụ nʼụwa ọ bụghị ọgụ na mgba? Ụbọchị ya ọ dịghị ka ụbọchị onye e goro ọrụ?
The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
2 Dịka ọhụ na-eche mgbe anyanwụ ga-ada, maọbụ dịka onye e goro ọrụ si ele anya ụgwọ ọrụ ya,
Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
3 otu a ka e si kenye m ọtụtụ ọnwa nke obi ụtọ na-adịghị nʼime ya, nakwa abalị nhụju anya dị nʼime ya.
so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
4 Mgbe m na-edina ala, ana m asị, ‘Olee mgbe m ga-ebili?’ Abalị na-eseti onwe ya, nʼihi ya, m na-anọ na-atụgharị onwe m tutu chi abọọ.
If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
5 Lee na anụ ahụ m jupụtara nʼikpuru, na akpụkpọ; anụ ahụ m etiwasịala jupụta nʼọnya.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
6 “Ụbọchị nke ndụ m na-agabiga ngwangwa karịa ihe eji akpa akwa nke ọkpa akwa, ha na-agwụcha na-enweghị olileanya ọbụla.
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7 O Chineke cheta na ndụ m bụ naanị otu nkuume; anya m abụọ agaghị ahụkwa ọṅụ ọzọ.
Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8 Anya na-ahụ m ugbu a agaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ; unu ga-achọ m ma unu agaghị a hụ m ọzọ.
Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
9 Dịka igwe ojii si efefusi ma na-agbasa, otu a ka ọ dịrị onye na-arịda nʼime ili ọ naghị arịpụtakwa. (Sheol h7585)
Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. (Sheol h7585)
10 E, ọ naghị alọghachikwa nʼụlọ ya ọzọ; ebe ya agaghị amakwa ya ọzọ.
He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
11 “Ya mere agaghị m emechi ọnụ; aga m ekwupụta nʼihi ihe mgbu dị m nʼime mmụọ. Aga m eme mkpesa nʼihi ihe ilu dị m nʼobi.
And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.
12 A bụ m oke osimiri, maọbụ anụ ukwu dị nʼogbu osimiri, nke mere i ji eche m nche?
Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
13 Mgbe m chere na ihe ndina m ga-akasị m obi, maọbụ na oche izuike m ga-ewepụ ntamu m,
If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
14 nʼagbanyeghị na ị na-eji nrọ menye m egwu werekwa ịhụ ọhụ mee ka m maa jijiji,
then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
15 ya mere, ahọrọ m ị bụ onye a tọgburu atọgbu na ọnwụ, karịa inwe ụdị ahụ m nke a.
so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
16 Ana m asọ ndụ m oyi; agaghị m adị ndụ ruo ebighị ebi. Nʼihi ya, hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m, nʼihi na ụbọchị ndụ m enweghị isi.
I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 “Gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-agụ ya dịka ihe, i ji na-elenye anya nʼihe gbasara ya,
What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
18 i ji na-enyocha ya ụtụtụ niile, ma na-anwale ya mgbe mgbe?
You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
19 Ị gaghị elepụ anya gị site nʼebe m nọ, maọbụ hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m loda asụ mmiri?
How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
20 Ọ bụrụ na m emehiela, gịnị ka m mere megide gị, gị onye na-ahụ ihe niile anyị na-eme? Gịnị mere i ji elekwasị m anya? Abụrụla m ibu arọ nye gị?
I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself?
21 Ọ bụ na i nweghị ike ịgbaghara m njehie m, ma bupụ mmehie m? Nʼihi na oge ọnwụ m eruola nso, e, oge a ga-eliba m nʼaja, ma m nwụọ. Mgbe ahụ ị ga-achọ m, ma ị gaghị ahụkwa m anya ọzọ, nʼihi na agaghị m adịkwa.”
Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain.
