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?
Osobo bagade dunu ea esalusu da sesesu dadi gagui dunu ea hawa: hamosu defele amola udigili gasa bagade hawa: hamosu agoane.
2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
Ea esalusu da udigili hawa: hamosu dunu amo da anegagima: ne, ifa ougiha esalumusa: hanai gala. Ea esalusu da hamosu dunu amo da ea bidi lama: ne, hanaiwane ouesalebe ba: sa.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
Oubi uduli, eno uduli, na da udigili se nabawane esala. Na bu esaloma: ne da bai hame gala. Gasili asili bu eno gasili, na da da: i dioi fawane ba: sa.
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.
Na da golai be sidagane esala. Gasi huluane na da sidagane gilala, soge hedolo hadigima: ne dawa: lala.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
Na da: i da fioso amoga nabai. Na da: i da aiya heheya: amoga dedeboi dagoi. Na aiya amoga guhi da daha.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
Na da hobea misunu dafawane hamoma: beyale dawa: lusu hamedene, eso da hedolowane hehenasa.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
Gode! Mae gogolema! Na esalusu da mifo lai afadafa fawane agoai gala. Na hahawane hou da fisi dagoi.
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.
Dia da wahadafa na ba: sa. Be hobea bu hamedafa ba: mu. Dia na hogosea, na da asi dagoi ba: mu.
10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
Mu mobi da ba: lalu, hedolowane gilasi dagoi ba: sa. Amo defele, ninia osobo bagade dunu da bogosea, hame buhagisa. Nini dawa: su dunu, ilia da nini hedolo gogolesa. (Sheol h7585)
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.
Hame mabu! Na da hamedafa ouiya: mu! Na da ougi amola gia: i bagade gala. Na da sia: mu!
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
Gode! Dia da abuliba: le na sosodo aligisala: ? Na da wayabo bagade wadela: i ohe bagade, Dia da dawa: sala: ?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
Na da helefimusa: diala be golamu hamedei. Na da na se nabasu fisima: ne, logo hogosa.
14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
Be Dia da na beda: ma: ne simasia olelesa. Dia da na esala ba: la: lusu amola wadela: i simasia ba: su nama iasisa.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
Amaiba: le, na da na da: i ganodini bu esalumu higasa. Dunu eno da na galogoa gaguli, na fane legemu da defea gala.
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.
Na da yolesimu galebe. Na da esalumu higasa. Dia na yolesima! Na esalusu da bai hamedafa gala.
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
Dia abuliba: le osobo bagade dunu da mimogoayale dawa: sala: ? Dia abuliba: le ilia hamobe sosodolalala: ?
18 And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
Dia da hahabe huluane ili abodelala. Dia da mae fisili ilima adoba: lala.
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
Na defo hano ni da: gima: ne, Di da nama sosodobe fonobahadi yolesimu da defea gala.
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?
Di da nama se iasu diasu ouligisu dunu agoai gala. Na wadela: i hou da Dima se iahabela: ? Dia da abuliba: le, dimaga: su adoba: ma: ne, nama dadiga dimaga: sala: ? Na da Dima dioi bagade gaguli ahoabe liligila: ?
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.
Dia da na wadela: i hou hamedafa gogolema: ne olofoma: bela: ? Dia da na wadela: i hamobe amo gogolema: ne olofomu hamedei ba: sala: ? Na da hedolowane bogole, uli dogoi ganodini sali ba: mu. Amola, Dia na hogole ba: sea, na da asi dagoi ba: mu.”
