Joba 7
1 Tsy lily hao ty fitromaha’ ondaty an-tane atoy? Tsy mira ami’ty androm-pièke hao o andro’eo?
“Isn't life for human beings like serving a sentence of hard labor? Don't their days pass like those of a hired laborer?
2 Manahake ty filelalela’ ondevo ty aloke naho ty fitamam-pièke ty rima’e,
Like some slave longing for a bit of shade, like a hired hand anxiously waiting for pay day,
3 ty anolorañ’ ahy volan-kafoake, ie nitendreñe halen-kaemberañe.
I've been given months of emptiness and nights of misery.
4 Izaho mandre, manao ty hoe: Ombia ty hitroarako, fa lava i haleñey, le mivoamboañe avao ampara’ te manjirike.
When I go to bed I ask, ‘When shall I get up?’ But the night goes on and on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 Misikiñ’oletse naho pakoram-potake ty sandriko, mijiri-gañe ty holiko vaho mandrano.
My body is covered with maggots and caked in dirt; my skin is cracked, with oozing sores.
6 Masika te amy sozom-panenoñey o androkoo, ie mihelañe añe po-pitamàñe.
My days pass quicker than a weaver's shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
7 Ehe tiahio te kofòke avao ty haveloko: toe tsy hahatrea hasoa ka o masokoo.
Remember that my life is just a breath; I will not see happiness again.
8 Tsy ho onim-pihaino’ i mahaisak’ ahikoy: amako o fihaino’oo fe tsy eo iraho.
Those watching me won't see me anymore; your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
When a cloud disappears, it's gone, just as anyone who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
10 Tsy himpolia’e i anjomba’ey, ie tsy hapota’ i akiba’ey.
They will never return home, and the people they knew will forget them.
11 Aa le tsy hijomohòn-draho; hivolañe ami’ty falorean-troko, hitoreo ami’ty hafairañe añ’ovako ao.
So, no, I won't hold my tongue—I will speak in the agony of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 I riakey hao iraho, ke i fañaneñey kanao nampijilovañe?
Am I the sea or a sea monster that you have to guard me?
13 Ie anoeko ty hoe te ho hohòe’ i tihikoy, te hampanintsiñe ty toreoko i fandreakoy,
If I tell myself, ‘I'll feel better if I lie down in my bed,’ or ‘it will help me to lie down on my couch,’
14 le ampihembaña’o ami’ty nofy naho ampirevendreveña’o añ’aroñaroñe,
then you scare me so much with dreams and terrify me with visions
15 le joboñe’ ty fiaiko t’ie dageañeñe, hamake hikenkañe ty amo taolakoo,
that I would rather be strangled—I would rather die than become just a bag of bones.
16 f’ie minike, tsy ho veloñe nainai’e: apoho, fa kafoak’ avao o androkoo.
I hate my life! I know I won't live long. Leave me alone because my life is just a breath.
17 Inoñ’ ondatio te honjone’o? te hapite’o ama’e ty arofo’o?
Why are human beings so important to you; why are you so concerned about them
18 T’ie tilihe’o boak’andro, vaho tsohe’o lomoñandro?
that you inspect them every morning and test them every moment? Won't you ever stop staring at me?
19 Ombia t’ie hitolike tsy hisamb’ahy, apoho ho bangìñe hey raho hahateleñako ty iveko?
Won't you ever leave me alone long enough to catch my breath?
20 Nanao hakeo hao iraho, ino o nanoekoo, ry Mpijilo ondatio? ino ty nanoe’o ahy fanolarañe, hañavesatse ty sandriko?
What have I done wrong? What have I done to you, Watcher of Humanity? Why have you made me your target, so that I'm a burden even to myself?
21 Akore te tsy apo’o o tahikoo, te tsy haha’o o hakeokoo? f’ie hiroro an-debok’ ao te aniany; ho paia’o, fa tsy ho eo.
If so why don't you pardon my sins, and take away my guilt? Right now I'm going to lie down in the dust, and though you will look for me, I will be gone.”
