Job 10

1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ʻOku fiu hoku laumālie ʻi heʻeku moʻui; te u tuku au ke u lāunga; te u lea ʻi he mamahi ʻo hoku laumālie.

2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.

Te u pehē ki he ʻOtua, ʻoua naʻa ke tuku au ko e halaia; fakahā mai pe ko e hā ʻoku ke fakamamahiʻi ai au.

3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?

He ʻoku taau mo koe ke fakamamahi, koeʻuhi ke ke fehiʻa ki he ngāue ʻa ho nima, ka ke fakamaama ki he fakakaukau ʻae angahala?

4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?

He ʻoku ke mata fakakakano? Pe ʻoku ke mamata ʻo hangē ko e mamata ʻae tangata?

5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,

He ʻoku tatau ho ngaahi ʻaho mo e ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe tangata? Mo ho ngaahi taʻu mo e ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe tangata,

6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

Koeʻuhi ʻoku ke ʻekea ʻeku angahala, mo ke hakule ʻa ʻeku fai kovi?

7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

‌ʻOku ke ʻilo ʻoku ʻikai te u fai kovi, pea ʻoku ʻikai ha taha ʻe faʻa fakahaofi mei ho nima.

8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.

“Kuo ngaohi au ʻe ho nima mo fakafuofua takatakai au; ka ʻoku ke tāmateʻi au.

9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

‌ʻOku ou kole kiate koe, ke ke manatuʻi, kuo ke ngaohi au ʻo hangē ko e ʻumea pea te ke toe ʻomi au ki he efu?

10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

He naʻe ʻikai te ke lilingi au ʻo hangē ko e huʻahuhu, mo fakafefeka au ʻo hangē ko e siisi?

11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

Kuo ke fakakofuʻaki au ʻae kili mo e kakano, pea kuo ke ʻāʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi hui mo e uoua.

12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.

Kuo ke tuku kiate au ʻae moʻui mo e ʻofa, pea kuo fakatolonga ʻeku moʻui ʻi hoʻo faʻa ʻaʻahi.

13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:

Pea kuo ke fufū ʻae ngaahi meʻa ni ʻi ho loto: ʻoku ou ʻilo ʻoku ʻiate koe eni.

14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.

Kapau te u fai hala, ʻoku ke fakaʻilongaʻi au, pea ʻe ʻikai te ke fakatonuhiaʻi au mei heʻeku angahia.

15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.

Kapau ʻoku ou fai hala ko au pe ʻe malaʻia; pea kapau te u māʻoniʻoni, kae ʻikai te u faʻa hanga hake hoku ʻulu. ʻOku ou pito ʻi he puputuʻu; ko ia ke ke vakai ki heʻeku mamahi;

16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.

He ʻoku tupulekina ia. ʻOku ke tuli au ʻo hangē ko ha laione fekai: pea ʻoku ke toe fakahā ʻo fakamanavahē koe kiate au.

17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.

‌ʻOku ke fakafoʻou hoʻo kau fakamoʻoni kiate au, pea ke fakalahi ho houhau kiate au; ʻoku tautaufetongi ʻae tau kiate au.

18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

“Pea ko e hā kuo ke ʻomi ai au mei he manāva? Taumaiā ne u mate, ke ʻoua naʻa mamata ha mata kiate au!

19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Ka ne pehē te u hangē naʻe ʻikai te u ʻi ai; pea ʻe fua au mei he manāva ki he faʻitoka.

20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

‌ʻIkai ʻoku siʻi pe hoku ngaahi ʻaho, pea tuku muʻa, ʻo tuku ai pe au, kau fakafiemālie siʻi,

21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

‌ʻI he teʻeki ai te u ʻalu pea ʻikai te u toe haʻu, ʻio, ki he fonua ʻoe fakapoʻuli mo e ʻata ʻoe mate;

22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”

Ko e fonua ʻoe fakapoʻuli, ʻo hangē ko e poʻuli ʻoe ʻata ʻoe mate, ʻo taʻeʻiai ha fakatonutonu, pea ʻoku tatau hono nima mo e fakapoʻuli.’”