Job 7
1 “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
“Kodi munthu sakhala ndi ntchito yowawa pa dziko lapansi? Kodi masiku ake sali ngati munthu waganyu?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
Monga ngati kapolo wolakalaka mthunzi wa nthawi yamadzulo, kapena ngati munthu waganyu woyembekezera malipiro ake,
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
choncho ine ndapatsidwa nthawi yongovutika pachabe, ndiponso usiku wamasautso wapatsidwa kwa ine.
4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
Ndikamagona ndimaganiza kuti, ‘Kodi kucha liti?’ Usikuwo umatalika ndipo sindigona tulo mpaka mmawa.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Thupi langa ladzala mphutsi ndi zipsera, khungu langa langʼambika ndipo likutuluka mafinya.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Masiku anga ndi othamanga kupambana makina wolukira nsalu, ndipo amatha wopanda chiyembekezo.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
Inu Mulungu kumbukirani kuti moyo wanga uli ngati mpweya; sindidzaonanso masiku achisangalalo.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
Amene akundiona tsopano akundiona; mudzandifunafuna koma sindidzapezekanso.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Monga mtambo umazimirira ndi kukanganuka, momwemonso munthu amene walowa mʼmanda sabwerera. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
Iye sadzabweranso ku nyumba kwake ndipo onse omudziwa adzamuyiwala.
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.
“Nʼchifukwa chake ine sindidzakhala chete; ndidzayankhula mopsinjika mtima, ndidzadandaula mowawidwa mtima.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
Kodi ine ndine nyanja kapena chirombo chamʼnyanja kuti inu mundiyikire alonda?
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
Pamene ndikuganiza kuti ndidzapeza chitonthozo pa bedi panga ndipo pogona panga padzachepetsa madandawulo anga,
14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
ngakhale nthawi imeneyo mumandiopseza ndi maloto ndi kundichititsa mantha ndi masomphenya,
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
kotero kuti ndimalakalaka kudzikhweza kapena kufa, kupambana kupirira zowawa zimene ndikuzimva mʼthupi mwanga.
16 I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Ine ndatopa nawo moyo wanga; sindingakonde kukhala moyo nthawi zonse. Ndisiyeni ndekha pakuti moyo wanga ulibe tanthauzo.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
“Kodi munthu nʼchiyani kuti muzimuganizira chotere, kuti muzisamala zochita zake,
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
kuti muzimusanthula mmawa uliwonse ndi kumamuyesa nthawi yonse?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Kodi simudzaleka kumandizonda kuti ndipezeko mpata wopumula?
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?
Ngati ine ndachimwa, ndachita chiyani kwa Inu, Inu wopenyetsetsa anthu? Chifukwa chiyani mwachititsa kuti ndikhale ngati choponyera chandamale chanu? Kodi ndasanduka katundu wolemera kwa Inu?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”
Chifukwa chiyani simukundikhululukira zolakwa zanga ndi kundichotsera machimo anga? Pakuti posachedwa ndilowa mʼmanda; mudzandifunafuna ine koma simudzandionanso.”
