Yobo 10
1 Nayini bomoi na ngai! Nakokoba kaka komilela, nakoloba na mongongo makasi mpe na pasi ya motema na ngai.
“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 Nakoloba na Nzambe: ‹ Kokatela ngai etumbu te, yebisa ngai mabe nini nasali! ›
I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
3 Boni, ozali kosepela konyokola ngai, kobwaka ekelamu oyo maboko na Yo esali, mpe kolongisa mabongisi ya bato mabe?
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 Boni, ozali na miso ya mosuni? Ozali komona lokola bato?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
5 Boni, mikolo na Yo ezali lokola mikolo ya bato, mpe mibu na yo, lokola mibu ya bato,
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
6 mpo ete oluka mabe na ngai to okundola masumu na ngai,
that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 atako oyebi malamu ete nasali na ngai mabe te, mpe ete ezali na moto moko te oyo akoki kokangola ngai na loboko na Yo?
Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8 Maboko na Yo nde ebongisaki ngai mpe esalaki ngai; olingi sik’oyo kobenda nzoto mpe koboma ngai?
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
9 Kanisa ete Yo moko nde obongisaki ngai lokola mabele ya bikeko; olingi sik’oyo kozongisa ngai na putulu?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 Osopaki ngai lokola miliki te? Okangisaki ngai mbuma-mbuma te lokola fromage?
Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Olatisaki ngai poso ya nzoto mpe misuni te? Otongaki mikuwa mpe misisa na ngai te?
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Opesaki ngai bomoi mpe otalisaki ngai bolamu; mpe na bonzambe na Yo, obatelaki molimo na ngai.
You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Kasi tala likambo oyo obombaki kati na motema na Yo, mpe nayebi ete ezalaka kati na makanisi na Yo.
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
14 Soki nasalaki masumu, olingaki komona ngai, mpe olingaki te kozanga kopesa ngai etumbu mpo na masumu na ngai.
if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 Soki nazali na ngambo, wana mawa na ngai! Ata nasali mabe te, nazali kokoka te kotombola moto, pamba te natondisami na soni mpe nazindi kati na pasi na ngai.
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 Soki nameki kotombola moto, ozali kolanda ngai lokola nkosi mpe ozali kobimisela ngai mayele na Yo nyonso mpo na kotelemela ngai,
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 ozali komemela ngai batatoli ya sika mpo na kotelemela ngai, ozali kopelisela ngai kanda na Yo mpo na kosala ngai mabe, mampinga na Yo bazali tango nyonso koya kobundisa ngai.
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Mpo na nini obimisaki ngai na libumu ya mama na ngai? Nalingaki na ngai kokufa, mpe liso moko te elingaki komona ngai.
“‘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 Soki kutu nazalaka na ngai te, nalingaki koleka kaka mbala moko longwa na libumu ya mama kino na kunda.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Boni, mwa ndambo ya mikolo na ngai esili te? Kende ata mosika na ngai mpo ete nazwa ata tango ya kosepela
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 liboso ete nakende na esika oyo bato bazongaka lisusu te, na mokili ya molili, mokili ya kufa,
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 na mokili ya molili makasi, ya kufa mpe ya mobulu, epai wapi ata pole ezalaka molili. »
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
