Job 7

1 IS there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

“ʻIkai ʻoku ai ʻae kuonga kuo tuʻutuʻuni ki he tangata ʻi māmani? pea tatau hono ngaahi ʻaho mo e ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe ngāue unga?

2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

‌ʻO hangē ko e holi lahi ʻae tamaioʻeiki ki he malumalu, pea hangē ko e ʻamanaki ʻae ngāue unga ki he totongi ʻo ʻene ngāue:

3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

‌ʻOku pehē, kuo tuku ke ʻaʻaku ʻae ngaahi māhina mamahi, pea kuo tuʻutuʻuni kiate au ʻae ngaahi pō fakamamahi.

4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

‌ʻO kau ka tokoto hifo, ʻoku ou pehē, ‘te u tuʻu hake ʻafē, kuo ʻosi ʻae pō?’ Pea ʻoku ou fiu ʻi he fetafokifokiʻaki ʻo aʻu ki he maʻa ʻae ʻaho.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

Kuo kofuʻaki hoku sino ʻae ʻuanga mo e ngaahi konga kelekele; kuo mafahifahi hoku kili, pea kuo fakalielia.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Ko hoku ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku vave ʻi he faʻonga filo ʻoe tangata lalanga, pea ʻoku fakaʻosi ia taʻehaʻamanaki lelei.

7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

‌ʻOfa ke manatuʻi ko e matangi ʻa ʻeku moʻui: ʻE ʻikai toe mamata ʻa hoku mata ki he lelei.

8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

Ko e mata ʻo ia kuo ne mamata kiate au ʻe ʻikai toe mamata mai: ʻoku ʻiate au ho fofonga, pea u ʻikai leva.

9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)

‌ʻO hangē ko e fakamovetevete ʻo mole atu ʻae ʻao: ʻoku pehē, ko ia ʻoku ʻalu hifo ki he faʻitoka ʻe ʻikai toe ʻalu hake. (Sheol h7585)

10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

‌ʻE ʻikai toe foki ia ki hono fale, pea ʻe ʻikai toe ʻiloʻi ia ʻe hono potu.

11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

“Ko ia ʻe ʻikai te u taʻofi ki hoku ngutu; te u lea ʻi he ongosia ʻo hoku laumālie; te u lāunga ʻi he mamahi ʻo hoku laumālie.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

He ko ha tahi au pe ko e tofuaʻa, koeʻuhi kuo ke fakanofo ha leʻo kiate au?

13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

‌ʻO kau ka pehē, ‘ʻE fakafiemālieʻi au ʻe hoku mohenga, ʻe fakasiʻisiʻi hoku mamahi ʻe hoku tokotoʻanga;’

14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

‌ʻOku ke fakailifiaʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi misi, pea ke fakalilikaʻi au ʻi he ngaahi meʻa hā mai:

15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

Ko ia ʻoku fili ai ʻe hoku laumālie ʻae sisina, mo e mate ʻi heʻeku moʻui.

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

‌ʻOku ou fakaliliʻa ki ai; ʻe ʻikai te u fie moʻui ai pe: tuku ai pe au; he ko e vaʻinga pe ʻa hoku ngaahi ʻaho.

17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

He ko e hā ʻae tangata, ʻoku ke hakeakiʻi ai ia? Pea koeʻuhi ke ke tukupau ho loto kiate ia?

18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

Pea koeʻuhi ke ke ʻaʻahi ki ai ʻi he pongipongi kotoa pē, mo ʻahiʻahiʻi ia ʻi he kihiʻi feituʻulaʻā siʻi kotoa pē?

19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

‌ʻE fēfē hono fuoloa mo e ʻikai te ke ʻalu ʻiate au, pe tuku pe au ke ʻoua muʻa ke u folo hifo hoku ifo?

20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

Kuo u fai angahala; ko e hā te u fai kiate koe, ʻa koe ko e fakamoʻui ʻoe kakai? Ko e hā kuo ke fokotuʻu ai au ko e fakaʻilonga maʻau, ke u hoko ai ko e kavenga, kiate au pe?

21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

Pea ko e hā ʻoku ʻikai ai ke ke fakamolemole ʻeku angahala, pea toʻo atu ʻeku fai hala? He ko eni te u mohe pe ʻi he efu; pe te ke kumi au ʻi he pongipongi, ka ʻe ʻikai te u ʻi ai au.”