Joba 7
1 Tsy lily hao ty fitromaha’ ondaty an-tane atoy? Tsy mira ami’ty androm-pièke hao o andro’eo?
“Isn’t a man forced to labour on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 Manahake ty filelalela’ ondevo ty aloke naho ty fitamam-pièke ty rima’e,
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
3 ty anolorañ’ ahy volan-kafoake, ie nitendreñe halen-kaemberañe.
so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5 Misikiñ’oletse naho pakoram-potake ty sandriko, mijiri-gañe ty holiko vaho mandrano.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 Masika te amy sozom-panenoñey o androkoo, ie mihelañe añe po-pitamàñe.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Ehe tiahio te kofòke avao ty haveloko: toe tsy hahatrea hasoa ka o masokoo.
Oh remember that my life is 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 him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
As the 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 any more.
11 Aa le tsy hijomohòn-draho; hivolañe ami’ty falorean-troko, hitoreo ami’ty hafairañe añ’ovako ao.
“Therefore I will not keep silent. 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 a sea, or a sea monster, that you put 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. 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 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 loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 Inoñ’ ondatio te honjone’o? te hapite’o ama’e ty arofo’o?
What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 T’ie tilihe’o boak’andro, vaho tsohe’o lomoñandro?
that you should visit 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 you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 Nanao hakeo hao iraho, ino o nanoekoo, ry Mpijilo ondatio? ino ty nanoe’o ahy fanolarañe, hañavesatse ty sandriko?
If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden 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.
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”
