Joba 7
1 Tsy lily hao ty fitromaha’ ondaty an-tane atoy? Tsy mira ami’ty androm-pièke hao o andro’eo?
“Is there not warfare to man on earth? And his days as the days of a hired worker?
2 Manahake ty filelalela’ ondevo ty aloke naho ty fitamam-pièke ty rima’e,
As a servant desires the shadow, And as a hired worker expects his wage,
3 ty anolorañ’ ahy volan-kafoake, ie nitendreñe halen-kaemberañe.
So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And they numbered nights of misery to me.
4 Izaho mandre, manao ty hoe: Ombia ty hitroarako, fa lava i haleñey, le mivoamboañe avao ampara’ te manjirike.
If I lay down, then I have said, When do I rise, And evening has been measured? And I have been full of tossings until dawn.
5 Misikiñ’oletse naho pakoram-potake ty sandriko, mijiri-gañe ty holiko vaho mandrano.
My flesh has been clothed [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin has been shriveled and is loathsome,
6 Masika te amy sozom-panenoñey o androkoo, ie mihelañe añe po-pitamàñe.
My days swifter than a loom, And they are consumed without hope.
7 Ehe tiahio te kofòke avao ty haveloko: toe tsy hahatrea hasoa ka o masokoo.
Remember that my life [is] a breath, My eye does not turn back to see good.
8 Tsy ho onim-pihaino’ i mahaisak’ ahikoy: amako o fihaino’oo fe tsy eo iraho.
The eye of my beholder does not behold me. Your eyes [are] on me—and I am not.
A cloud has been consumed, and it goes, So he who is going down to Sheol does not come up. (Sheol h7585)
10 Tsy himpolia’e i anjomba’ey, ie tsy hapota’ i akiba’ey.
He does not turn to his house again, Nor does his place discern him again.
11 Aa le tsy hijomohòn-draho; hivolañe ami’ty falorean-troko, hitoreo ami’ty hafairañe añ’ovako ao.
Also I do not withhold my mouth—I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12 I riakey hao iraho, ke i fañaneñey kanao nampijilovañe?
Am I a sea [monster], or a dragon, That You set a watch over me?
13 Ie anoeko ty hoe te ho hohòe’ i tihikoy, te hampanintsiñe ty toreoko i fandreakoy,
When I said, My bed comforts me, In my talking He takes away my couch.
14 le ampihembaña’o ami’ty nofy naho ampirevendreveña’o añ’aroñaroñe,
And You have frightened me with dreams, And You terrify me from visions,
15 le joboñe’ ty fiaiko t’ie dageañeñe, hamake hikenkañe ty amo taolakoo,
And my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 f’ie minike, tsy ho veloñe nainai’e: apoho, fa kafoak’ avao o androkoo.
I have wasted away—I do not live for all time. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.
17 Inoñ’ ondatio te honjone’o? te hapite’o ama’e ty arofo’o?
What [is] man that You magnify him? And that You set Your heart to him?
18 T’ie tilihe’o boak’andro, vaho tsohe’o lomoñandro?
And inspect him in the mornings, [And] in the evenings try him?
19 Ombia t’ie hitolike tsy hisamb’ahy, apoho ho bangìñe hey raho hahateleñako ty iveko?
How long do You not look from me? You do not desist until I swallow my spittle.
20 Nanao hakeo hao iraho, ino o nanoekoo, ry Mpijilo ondatio? ino ty nanoe’o ahy fanolarañe, hañavesatse ty sandriko?
I have sinned, what do I do to You, O watcher of man? Why have You set me for a mark to You, And I am for a burden to myself—and what?
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.
You do not take away my transgression, And [do not] cause my iniquity to pass away, Because now, I lie down in dust, And You have sought me—and I am not!”
