Job 7
1 “Ndụ mmadụ nʼụwa ọ bụghị ọgụ na mgba? Ụbọchị ya ọ dịghị ka ụbọchị onye e goro ọrụ?
Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
2 Dịka ọhụ na-eche mgbe anyanwụ ga-ada, maọbụ dịka onye e goro ọrụ si ele anya ụgwọ ọrụ ya,
As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
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, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
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.
As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
5 Lee na anụ ahụ m jupụtara nʼikpuru, na akpụkpọ; anụ ahụ m etiwasịala jupụta nʼọnya.
My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
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, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
7 O Chineke cheta na ndụ m bụ naanị otu nkuume; anya m abụọ agaghị ahụkwa ọṅụ ọzọ.
Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
8 Anya na-ahụ m ugbu a agaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ; unu ga-achọ m ma unu agaghị a hụ m ọzọ.
Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
9 Dịka igwe ojii si efefusi ma na-agbasa, otu a ka ọ dịrị onye na-arịda nʼime ili ọ naghị arịpụtakwa. (Sheol h7585)
A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up: (Sheol h7585)
10 E, ọ naghị alọghachikwa nʼụlọ ya ọzọ; ebe ya agaghị amakwa ya ọzọ.
He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
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.
I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in 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, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
13 Mgbe m chere na ihe ndina m ga-akasị m obi, maọbụ na oche izuike m ga-ewepụ ntamu m,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
14 nʼagbanyeghị na ị na-eji nrọ menye m egwu werekwa ịhụ ọhụ mee ka m maa jijiji,
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
15 ya mere, ahọrọ m ị bụ onye a tọgburu atọgbu na ọnwụ, karịa inwe ụdị ahụ m nke a.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
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 am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
17 “Gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-agụ ya dịka ihe, i ji na-elenye anya nʼihe gbasara ya,
What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
18 i ji na-enyocha ya ụtụtụ niile, ma na-anwale ya mgbe mgbe?
That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
19 Ị gaghị elepụ anya gị site nʼebe m nọ, maọbụ hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m loda asụ mmiri?
How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
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 can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
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.”
And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
