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?
“Ɖe menye dɔ sesẽ mee amegbetɔ le le anyigba dzi oa? Ɖe eƒe ŋkekewo mele abe agbatetsɔla tɔ ene oa?
2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
Abe ale si kluvi dina be zã nedo kaba alo agbatetsɔla kpɔa mɔ na eƒe fetu vevie ene la,
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
nenemae wotsɔ ɣleti siwo me fukpekpe le kple zã siwo me hiãtuame le la nam.
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.
Ne memlɔ anyi la, nye susu gblɔna be, ‘Ɣe ka ɣi gɔ̃e mele fɔfɔ ge?’ Zã didina eye meƒoa togotogoe le aba dzi va se ɖe fɔŋli.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
Nye ŋutilã dze abi kple nyẽ helé dzɔbu eye nye ŋutigbalẽ wó gblogblogblo hele tsi ƒaƒã tsyɔm.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
“Nye ŋkekewo le du ɖim wu avɔlɔ̃ʋu eye wowua enu mɔkpɔkpɔmanɔmee.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
O Mawu, ɖo ŋku edzi be, nye agbe la, ƒuƒu ko wònye, nye ŋkuwo magakpɔ dzidzɔŋkekewo akpɔ o.
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.
Ŋku si le kpɔyem fifia la magakpɔm akpɔ o, miadim eye nyemanɔ anyi o.
9 A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. (Sheol h7585)
Abe ale si lilikpo buna eye enu va yinae ene la, nenemae ame si yi tsiẽƒe la megagbɔna o. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
Magatrɔ ava eƒe aƒe me akpɔ o, eye eƒe nɔƒe hã magadze sii o.
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.
“Eya ta nyemazi ɖoɖoe o, maƒo nu tso nye gbɔgbɔ ƒe vevesese me, eye mafa konyi le nye luʋɔ ƒe nuxaxa me.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
Nyee nye atsiaƒu alo lã dziŋɔ si le atsiaƒu ƒe gogloƒe be, nèɖe dzɔlawo ɖo ŋunyea?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
Ne mebu be nye aba afa akɔ nam eye suɖi aɖe nye konyifafa dzi akpɔtɔ la,
14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
ekema ètsɔa drɔ̃ewo doa vɔvɔ̃ nam eye nètsɔa ŋutegawo doa ŋɔdzi nam.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
Ale be melɔ̃ kudɔƒoƒo kple ku wu nye ŋutilã sia.
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.
Menyɔ ŋu nye agbe, nyemanɔ agbe ɖaa o. Ɖe asi le ŋunye, viɖe mele nye ŋkekewo ŋu o.
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
“Nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nèdo kɔkɔe alea, be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ nenema gbegbe,
18 And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
be nèléa ŋku ɖe eŋu ŋdi sia ŋdi eye nèdonɛ kpɔ aɖabaƒoƒo ɖe sia ɖe?
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
Ɖe màgaɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye alo ana gbɔdzɔem aɖabaƒoƒo ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ gɔ̃ hã oa?
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?
Ne mewɔ nu vɔ̃ ɖe, O amegbetɔwo ŋu dzɔla, nu ka mehewɔ ɖe ŋutiwò? Nu ka ŋuti nède dzesim heɖe ŋku tɔm ale? Ɖe mezu agba ɖe dziwòa?
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.
Nu ka ta mèɖe ŋku ɖa le nye dzidadawo ŋu eye mètsɔ nye nu vɔ̃wo kem o? Elabena esusɔ vie mamlɔ ke me, àdim gake nyemaganɔ anyii o.”
