Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, 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 say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.

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 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help 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 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

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

5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

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

6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

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

7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.

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

8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

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

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt 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 Hast thou not milked me as 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 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put 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 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

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

13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

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

14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?

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

15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.

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 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.

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 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.

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

18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see 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 if I had not 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 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:

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

21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist 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 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

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.’”