Job 7
1 “Ṣé ìjà kò ha si fún ènìyàn lórí ilẹ̀? Ọjọ́ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú kò ha dàbí ọjọ́ alágbàṣe?
The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.
2 Bí ọmọ ọ̀dọ̀ tí máa ń kánjú bojú wo òjìji, àti bí alágbàṣe ti í kánjú wo ọ̀nà owó iṣẹ́ rẹ̀.
As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;
3 Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni a mú mi ní ìbànújẹ́ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ oṣù, òru ìdáni-lágara ni a sì là sílẹ̀ fún mi.
So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.
4 Nígbà ti mo dùbúlẹ̀, èmi wí pé, ‘Nígbà wo ni èmi ó dìde?’ Tí òru yóò sì kọjá, ó sì tó fún mi láti yí síyìn-ín yí sọ́hùn-ún, títí yóò fi di àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́.
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 Kòkòrò àti ògúlùtu erùpẹ̀ ni á fi wọ̀ mi ni aṣọ, awọ ara mi bù, o sì di bíbàjẹ́.
My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
6 “Ọjọ́ mi yára jù ọkọ̀ ìhunṣọ lọ, o sì di lílò ní àìní ìrètí.
My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7 Háà! Rántí pé afẹ́fẹ́ ni ẹ̀mí mi; ojú mi kì yóò padà rí rere mọ́.
Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
8 Ojú ẹni tí ó rí mi, kì yóò rí mi mọ́; ojú rẹ̀ tẹ̀ mọ́ra mi, èmi kò sí mọ́.
Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
9 Bí ìkùùkuu tí i túká, tí í sì fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹni tí ń lọ sí ipò òkú tí kì yóò padà wa mọ́. (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 Kì yóò padà sínú ilé rẹ̀ mọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní ipò rẹ̀ kì yóò mọ̀ ọn mọ́.
Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 “Nítorí náà èmi kì yóò pa ẹnu mi mọ́, èmi yóò máa sọ nínú ìrora ọkàn mi, èmi yóò máa ṣe ìráhùn nínú kíkorò ọkàn mi.
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 Èmi a máa ṣe Òkun tàbí ẹ̀mí búburú, tí ìwọ fi ń yan olùṣọ́ tì mi?
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
13 Nígbà tí mo wí pé, ibùsùn mi yóò tù mí lára, ìtẹ́ mi yóò mú ara mi fúyẹ́ pẹ̀lú.
If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
14 Nígbà náà ni ìwọ fi àlá da yọ mi lénu bò mi, ìwọ sì fi ìran òru dẹ́rùbà mí.
Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
15 Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ọkàn mí yàn láti fún pa àti ikú ju kí ń wà láààyè ní ipò tí ara mí wà yìí lọ.
So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.
16 O sú mi, èmi kò le wà títí: jọ̀wọ́ mi jẹ́, nítorí pé asán ni ọjọ́ mi.
I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 “Kí ni ènìyàn tí ìwọ o máa kókìkí rẹ̀? Àti tí ìwọ ìbá fi gbé ọkàn rẹ lé e?
What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?
18 Àti ti ìwọ ó fi máa wá í bẹ̀ ẹ́ wò ni òròòwúrọ̀, ti ìwọ o sì máa dán an wò nígbàkígbà!
Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.
19 Yóò ti pẹ́ tó kí ìwọ kí ó tó fi mí sílẹ̀ lọ, tí ìwọ o fi mí sílẹ̀ jẹ́ẹ́ títí èmi yóò fi lè dá itọ́ mi mì.
How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?
20 Èmi ti ṣẹ̀, ki ní èmi ó ṣe sí ọ. Ìwọ Olùsójú ènìyàn? Èéṣe tí ìwọ fi fi mí ṣe àmì itasi níwájú rẹ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi sì di ẹrẹ̀ wíwo fún ọ?
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 Èéṣe tí ìwọ kò sì dárí ìrékọjá mi jìn, kí ìwọ kí ó sì mú àìṣedéédéé mi kúrò? Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí ni èmi ìbá sùn nínú erùpẹ̀, ìwọ ìbá sì wá mi kiri ní òwúrọ̀, èmi kì bá tí sí.”
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.
