Jobho 7
1 “Ko, munhu haashandi zvakaoma panyika here? Ko, mazuva ake haana kuita seomushandi here?
The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.
2 Somuranda anoshuva mimvuri yamadekwana, kana mushandi akamirira kwazvo mubayiro wake,
As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;
3 saizvozvo ndakagoverwa mwedzi isina maturo, uye usiku hwokutambudzika hwakagoverwa kwandiri.
So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.
4 Pandinovata pasi ndinofunga kuti, ‘Ndichamuka riniko?’ Usiku hunononoka, uye ndinoshanduka-shanduka kusvikira mambakwedza.
If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.
5 Muviri wangu wakafukidzwa nehonye uye nemaronda, ganda rangu rakatsemuka uye raora.
My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
6 “Mazuva angu ari kukurumidza kufamba kukunda chokurukisa chomuruki, uye anosvika kumagumo asina tariro.
My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7 Rangarirai henyu, imi Mwari, kuti upenyu hwangu hunongova mweya wokufema; meso angu haachazoonizve mufaro.
Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
8 Ziso rinondiona zvino harichazondionizve; muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.
Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
9 Sokunyangarika kunoita gore ndokuenda, saizvozvo uyo anoburukira kubwiro haadzokizve. (Sheol h7585)
As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. (Sheol h7585)
10 Haachazouyi kumba kwakezve; nzvimbo yake haichazomuzivizve.
Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 “Naizvozvo handinganyarari; ndichataura pakurwadza kwomweya wangu, ndichanyunyuta mushungu dzomwoyo wangu,
Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.
12 Ko, ndiri gungwa kanhi, kana chikara chokwakadzika, zvamunondiisa pasi pomurindi?
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
13 Pandinofunga kuti mubhedha wangu uchandivaraidza, uye kuti mubhedha wangu uchadzikamisa kunyunyuta kwangu,
If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
14 ipapo munondityisidzira nezviroto uye munondivhundutsa nezviratidzo,
Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
15 zvokuti ndinosarudza kuti ndidzipwe ndife hangu, pachinzvimbo chomuviri wangu uno.
So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.
16 Ndinozvidza upenyu hwangu, handidi kurarama nokusingaperi. Ndiregei nokuti mazuva angu haana zvaanoreva.
I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 “Munhu chiiko zvamunomukoshesa kudai, zvamunomurangarira zvakadai,
What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?
18 zvamunomunzvera mangwanani ose uye muchimuedza nguva dzose?
Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.
19 Hamusi kuzombotarirawo kudivi here, kana kumbondisiyawo ndakadaro kwechinguva?
How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?
20 Kana ndakatadza, ndakaiteiko kwamuri, imi mutariri wavanhu? Makaitireiko kuti ini ndive munhu wamunovavarira? Ko, ini ndava mutoro kwamuri here?
I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself?
21 Nemhaka yeiko musingandikanganwiri mhaka dzangu uye musingandiregereri zvivi zvangu? Nokuti ndichavata muguruva nokukurumidza. Muchanditsvaka, asi handichazovapozve.”
Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.
