Job 7
1 "Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
“Ndụ mmadụ nʼụwa ọ bụghị ọgụ na mgba? Ụbọchị ya ọ dịghị ka ụbọchị onye e goro ọrụ?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
Dịka ọhụ na-eche mgbe anyanwụ ga-ada, maọbụ dịka onye e goro ọrụ si ele anya ụgwọ ọrụ ya,
3 so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
otu a ka e si kenye m ọtụtụ ọnwa nke obi ụtọ na-adịghị nʼime ya, nakwa abalị nhụju anya dị nʼime ya.
4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
Mgbe m na-edina ala, ana m asị, ‘Olee mgbe m ga-ebili?’ Abalị na-eseti onwe ya, nʼihi ya, m na-anọ na-atụgharị onwe m tutu chi abọọ.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Lee na anụ ahụ m jupụtara nʼikpuru, na akpụkpọ; anụ ahụ m etiwasịala jupụta nʼọnya.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Ụbọchị nke ndụ m na-agabiga ngwangwa karịa ihe eji akpa akwa nke ọkpa akwa, ha na-agwụcha na-enweghị olileanya ọbụla.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
O Chineke cheta na ndụ m bụ naanị otu nkuume; anya m abụọ agaghị ahụkwa ọṅụ ọzọ.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
Anya na-ahụ m ugbu a agaghị ahụkwa m ọzọ; unu ga-achọ m ma unu agaghị a hụ m ọzọ.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Dịka igwe ojii si efefusi ma na-agbasa, otu a ka ọ dịrị onye na-arịda nʼime ili ọ naghị arịpụtakwa. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
E, ọ naghị alọghachikwa nʼụlọ ya ọzọ; ebe ya agaghị amakwa ya ọzọ.
11 "Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ya mere agaghị m emechi ọnụ; aga m ekwupụta nʼihi ihe mgbu dị m nʼime mmụọ. Aga m eme mkpesa nʼihi ihe ilu dị m nʼobi.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
A bụ m oke osimiri, maọbụ anụ ukwu dị nʼogbu osimiri, nke mere i ji eche m nche?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
Mgbe m chere na ihe ndina m ga-akasị m obi, maọbụ na oche izuike m ga-ewepụ ntamu m,
14 then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
nʼagbanyeghị na ị na-eji nrọ menye m egwu werekwa ịhụ ọhụ mee ka m maa jijiji,
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
ya mere, ahọrọ m ị bụ onye a tọgburu atọgbu na ọnwụ, karịa inwe ụdị ahụ m nke a.
16 I loathe my life. I do not want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Ana m asọ ndụ m oyi; agaghị m adị ndụ ruo ebighị ebi. Nʼihi ya, hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m, nʼihi na ụbọchị ndụ m enweghị isi.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
“Gịnị ka mmadụ bụ i ji na-agụ ya dịka ihe, i ji na-elenye anya nʼihe gbasara ya,
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
i ji na-enyocha ya ụtụtụ niile, ma na-anwale ya mgbe mgbe?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Ị gaghị elepụ anya gị site nʼebe m nọ, maọbụ hapụ m ka m nọọrọ onwe m loda asụ mmiri?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
Ọ bụrụ na m emehiela, gịnị ka m mere megide gị, gị onye na-ahụ ihe niile anyị na-eme? Gịnị mere i ji elekwasị m anya? Abụrụla m ibu arọ nye gị?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
Ọ bụ na i nweghị ike ịgbaghara m njehie m, ma bupụ mmehie m? Nʼihi na oge ọnwụ m eruola nso, e, oge a ga-eliba m nʼaja, ma m nwụọ. Mgbe ahụ ị ga-achọ m, ma ị gaghị ahụkwa m anya ọzọ, nʼihi na agaghị m adịkwa.”
