Joba 7
1 Tsy lily hao ty fitromaha’ ondaty an-tane atoy? Tsy mira ami’ty androm-pièke hao o andro’eo?
Does not man have hard labor on earth? Are not his days like the days of a hired man?
2 Manahake ty filelalela’ ondevo ty aloke naho ty fitamam-pièke ty rima’e,
Like a slave earnestly desires the shadows of evening, like a hired man looks for his wages—
3 ty anolorañ’ ahy volan-kafoake, ie nitendreñe halen-kaemberañe.
so I have been made to endure months of misery; I have been given trouble-filled nights.
4 Izaho mandre, manao ty hoe: Ombia ty hitroarako, fa lava i haleñey, le mivoamboañe avao ampara’ te manjirike.
When I lie down, I say to myself, 'When will I get up and when will the night be gone?' I am full of tossing to and fro until the day's dawning.
5 Misikiñ’oletse naho pakoram-potake ty sandriko, mijiri-gañe ty holiko vaho mandrano.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; the sores in my skin harden up and then dissolve and run afresh.
6 Masika te amy sozom-panenoñey o androkoo, ie mihelañe añe po-pitamàñe.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; they pass without hope.
7 Ehe tiahio te kofòke avao ty haveloko: toe tsy hahatrea hasoa ka o masokoo.
God, call to mind that my life is only a breath; my eye will no more see good.
8 Tsy ho onim-pihaino’ i mahaisak’ ahikoy: amako o fihaino’oo fe tsy eo iraho.
The eye of God, who sees me, will see me no more; God's eyes will be on me, but I will not exist.
As a cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
10 Tsy himpolia’e i anjomba’ey, ie tsy hapota’ i akiba’ey.
He will return no more to his house; neither will his place know him again.
11 Aa le tsy hijomohòn-draho; hivolañe ami’ty falorean-troko, hitoreo ami’ty hafairañe añ’ovako ao.
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish 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 place a guard over me?
13 Ie anoeko ty hoe te ho hohòe’ i tihikoy, te hampanintsiñe ty toreoko i fandreakoy,
When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,'
14 le ampihembaña’o ami’ty nofy naho ampirevendreveña’o añ’aroñaroñe,
then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
15 le joboñe’ ty fiaiko t’ie dageañeñe, hamake hikenkañe ty amo taolakoo,
so that I would choose strangling and death rather than preserving these bones of mine.
16 f’ie minike, tsy ho veloñe nainai’e: apoho, fa kafoak’ avao o androkoo.
I loathe my life; I would not wish to always be alive; let me alone for my days are useless.
17 Inoñ’ ondatio te honjone’o? te hapite’o ama’e ty arofo’o?
What is man that you should pay attention to him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 T’ie tilihe’o boak’andro, vaho tsohe’o lomoñandro?
that you should observe him every morning and test him every moment?
19 Ombia t’ie hitolike tsy hisamb’ahy, apoho ho bangìñe hey raho hahateleñako ty iveko?
How long will it be before you look away from me, before you let me alone long enough for me to swallow down my own saliva?
20 Nanao hakeo hao iraho, ino o nanoekoo, ry Mpijilo ondatio? ino ty nanoe’o ahy fanolarañe, hañavesatse ty sandriko?
Even if I have sinned, what would that do to you, you who watch men? Why have you made a target of me, so that I am a burden for you?
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.
Why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust; you will seek me carefully, but I will not exist.”
