Job 7

1 Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?

“ʻIkai ʻoku ai ʻae kuonga kuo tuʻutuʻuni ki he tangata ʻi māmani? pea tatau hono ngaahi ʻaho mo e ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe ngāue unga?

2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:

‌ʻO hangē ko e holi lahi ʻae tamaioʻeiki ki he malumalu, pea hangē ko e ʻamanaki ʻae ngāue unga ki he totongi ʻo ʻene ngāue:

3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

‌ʻOku pehē, kuo tuku ke ʻaʻaku ʻae ngaahi māhina mamahi, pea kuo tuʻutuʻuni kiate au ʻae ngaahi pō fakamamahi.

4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

‌ʻO kau ka tokoto hifo, ʻoku ou pehē, ‘te u tuʻu hake ʻafē, kuo ʻosi ʻae pō?’ Pea ʻoku ou fiu ʻi he fetafokifokiʻaki ʻo aʻu ki he maʻa ʻae ʻaho.

5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.

Kuo kofuʻaki hoku sino ʻae ʻuanga mo e ngaahi konga kelekele; kuo mafahifahi hoku kili, pea kuo fakalielia.

6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

Ko hoku ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku vave ʻi he faʻonga filo ʻoe tangata lalanga, pea ʻoku fakaʻosi ia taʻehaʻamanaki lelei.

7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.

‌ʻOfa ke manatuʻi ko e matangi ʻa ʻeku moʻui: ʻE ʻikai toe mamata ʻa hoku mata ki he lelei.

8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.

Ko e mata ʻo ia kuo ne mamata kiate au ʻe ʻikai toe mamata mai: ʻoku ʻiate au ho fofonga, pea u ʻikai leva.

9 A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. (Sheol h7585)

‌ʻO hangē ko e fakamovetevete ʻo mole atu ʻae ʻao: ʻoku pehē, ko ia ʻoku ʻalu hifo ki he faʻitoka ʻe ʻikai toe ʻalu hake. (Sheol h7585)

10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.

‌ʻE ʻikai toe foki ia ki hono fale, pea ʻe ʻikai toe ʻiloʻi ia ʻe hono potu.

11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

“Ko ia ʻe ʻikai te u taʻofi ki hoku ngutu; te u lea ʻi he ongosia ʻo hoku laumālie; te u lāunga ʻi he mamahi ʻo hoku laumālie.

12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?

He ko ha tahi au pe ko e tofuaʻa, koeʻuhi kuo ke fakanofo ha leʻo kiate au?

13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;

‌ʻO kau ka pehē, ‘ʻE fakafiemālieʻi au ʻe hoku mohenga, ʻe fakasiʻisiʻi hoku mamahi ʻe hoku tokotoʻanga;’

14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;

‌ʻOku ke fakailifiaʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi misi, pea ke fakalilikaʻi au ʻi he ngaahi meʻa hā mai:

15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.

Ko ia ʻoku fili ai ʻe hoku laumālie ʻae sisina, mo e mate ʻi heʻeku moʻui.

16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.

‌ʻOku ou fakaliliʻa ki ai; ʻe ʻikai te u fie moʻui ai pe: tuku ai pe au; he ko e vaʻinga pe ʻa hoku ngaahi ʻaho.

17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,

He ko e hā ʻae tangata, ʻoku ke hakeakiʻi ai ia? Pea koeʻuhi ke ke tukupau ho loto kiate ia?

18 And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?

Pea koeʻuhi ke ke ʻaʻahi ki ai ʻi he pongipongi kotoa pē, mo ʻahiʻahiʻi ia ʻi he kihiʻi feituʻulaʻā siʻi kotoa pē?

19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?

‌ʻE fēfē hono fuoloa mo e ʻikai te ke ʻalu ʻiate au, pe tuku pe au ke ʻoua muʻa ke u folo hifo hoku ifo?

20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?

Kuo u fai angahala; ko e hā te u fai kiate koe, ʻa koe ko e fakamoʻui ʻoe kakai? Ko e hā kuo ke fokotuʻu ai au ko e fakaʻilonga maʻau, ke u hoko ai ko e kavenga, kiate au pe?

21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.

Pea ko e hā ʻoku ʻikai ai ke ke fakamolemole ʻeku angahala, pea toʻo atu ʻeku fai hala? He ko eni te u mohe pe ʻi he efu; pe te ke kumi au ʻi he pongipongi, ka ʻe ʻikai te u ʻi ai au.”