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.
“Obulamu bwange mbukyayidde ddala, noolwekyo leka nfukumule okwemulugunya kwange, njogerere mu kulumwa kw’emmeeme yange.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Nnaagamba Katonda nti, Tonsalira musango ne gunsinga, ntegeeza ky’onvunaana.
3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Kikusanyusa okunnyigiriza, okunyooma omulimu gw’emikono gyo, n’owagira emirimu gy’abakozi b’ebibi?
4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Amaaso go ga mubiri? Olaba ng’omuntu bw’alaba?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Ennaku zo zisinga ez’omuntu, n’emyaka gyo gisinga egy’omuntu,
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
olyoke onoonye ebisobyo byange era obuulirize ekibi kye nkoze,
7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
newaakubadde ng’omanyi nti sirina musango era nga tewali n’omu ayinza kunzigya mu mukono gwo?
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
“Emikono gyo gye gyammumba, gye gyankola. Ate kaakano onookyuka okunsanyaawo?
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Jjukira nti wammumba ng’ebbumba, ate kaakano onoonfuula ng’enfuufu?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Tewanzitulula ng’amata n’onkwasa ng’omuzigo?”
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Tewannyambaza omubiri n’olususu, n’oluka amagumba n’ebinywa n’ongatta?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Kale wampa okuganja mu maaso go, era walabirira, n’omwoyo gwange.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
Naye bino wabikweka mu mutima gwo, era mmanyi nga byali mu birowoozo byo.
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Singa nyonoona, ondaba era tewandindese n’otombonereza.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.
Bwe mba nga nsingibbwa omusango, zinsanze nze! Newaakubadde nga sirina musango, sisobola kuyimusa mutwe gwange, kubanga nzijjudde obuswavu era mu kunyigirizibwa kwange, mwe nsaanikiddwa.
16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
Bwe mba ng’asituka, n’onjigga ng’empologoma, era n’onnumba n’amaanyi go amangi ennyo.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Oleeta abajulizi abajja okunnumiriza, era obusungu bwo ne bweyongera gye ndi; amayengo ne gajja okunnumba olutata.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
“Kale lwaki wanziggya mu lubuto lwa mmange? Wandindese nga tewannabaawo liiso lyonna lindabyeko.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Singa satondebwa, oba singa natwalibwa butereevu okuva mu lubuto ne nzikibwa.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Ennaku zange entono kumpi teziweddeeko? Ndeka mbeeko n’akaseera ak’okusanyuka,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
nga sinnaba kugenda mu kifo eteri kudda, ekiri mu nsi ejjudde ekizikiza, n’ekisiikirize eky’ebuziba,
22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
y’ensi ey’ekizikiza ekikutte, eyeekisiikirize eky’ebuziba era n’okutabukatabuka, ng’omusana gwayo guli nga ekizikiza.”
