Job 7

1Wala bang kapanahunan ng kaguluhan ang tao sa ibabaw ng lupa? At hindi ba ang kaniyang mga kaarawan ay gaya ng mga kaarawan ng nagpapaupa? 2Na gaya ng alipin na ninanasang mainam ang lilim, at gaya ng nagpapaupa na tumitingin sa kaniyang mga kaupahan: 3Gayon ako pinapagdaan ng mga buwan na walang kabuluhan at mga gabing nakaiinip ang itinakda sa akin. 4Pag ako'y nahihiga, aking sinasabi, kailan ako babangon at nakadaan na ang gabi? At ako'y puspos ng pagkabalisa hanggang sa pagbubukang liwayway ng araw. 5Ang aking laman ay nabibihisan ng mga uod at ng libag na alabok; ang aking balat ay namamaga at putok putok. 6Ang aking mga kaarawan ay matulin kay sa panghabi ng manghahabi, at nagugugol na walang pagasa. 7Oh alalahanin mo na ang aking buhay ay hinga: Ang aking mata ay hindi na makakakita pa ng mabuti. 8Ang matang tumingin sa akin ay hindi na ako mamamasdan: ang iyong mga mata ay sasa akin, nguni't wala na ako. 9Kung paanong ang ulap ay napapawi at nawawala, gayon siyang bumababa sa Sheol ay hindi na aahon pa. 10Siya'y hindi na babalik pa sa kaniyang bahay, ni malalaman pa man niya ang kaniyang dako. 11Kaya't hindi ko pipigilin ang aking bibig; ako'y magsasalita sa kadalamhatian ng aking diwa; ako'y dadaing sa kahirapan ng aking kaluluwa. 12Ako ba'y isang dagat, o isang malaking hayop dagat, na pinababantayan mo ako sa isang bantay? 13Pag aking sinasabi, Aaliwin ako ng aking higaan, papayapain ng aking unan ang aking karamdaman; 14Kung magkagayo'y pinupukaw mo ako ng mga panaginip, at pinangingilabot mo ako sa mga pangitain: 15Na anopa't pinipili ng aking kaluluwa ang pagkainis, at ang kamatayan kay sa aking mga butong ito. 16Aking kinayayamutan ang aking buhay; di ko na ibig mabuhay magpakailan man: bayaan akong magisa; sapagka't ang aking mga kaarawan ay walang kabuluhan. 17Ano ang tao, na iyong palalakhin siya, at iyong ilalagak ang iyong puso sa kaniya, 18At iyong dadalawin siya tuwing umaga, at susubukin siya sa tuwi-tuwina? 19Hanggang kailan di mo ako iiwan, ni babayaan man hanggang sa aking lunukin ang aking laway? 20Kung ako'y nagkasala, ano ang aking magagawa sa iyo, Oh ikaw na bantay sa mga tao? Bakit mo nga inilalagay akong pinakatanda sa iyo. Na anopa't ako'y isang pasan sa aking sarili? 21At bakit hindi mo ipinatatawad ang aking pagsalangsang, at inaalis ang aking kasamaan? Sapagka't ngayo'y mahihiga ako sa alabok; at ako'y hahanapin mong mainam, nguni't wala na ako.

1“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand? 2As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages, 3so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day. 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh. 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good. 8The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be. 9As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more. 10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 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. 12Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me? 13When I say, ‘My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;’ 14then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions: 15so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones. 16I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath. 17What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him, 18that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment? 19How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle? 20If 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? 21Why 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.”

1Heeft niet de mens een strijd op de aarde, en zijn zijn dagen niet als de dagen des dagloners? 2Gelijk de dienstknecht hijgt naar de schaduw, en gelijk de dagloner verwacht zijn werkloon; 3Alzo zijn mij maanden der ijdelheid ten erve geworden, en nachten der moeite zijn mij voorbereid. 4Als ik te slapen lig, dan zeg ik: Wanneer zal ik opstaan, en Hij den avond afgemeten hebben? En ik word zat van woelingen tot aan den schemertijd. 5Mijn vlees is met het gewormte en met het gruis des stofs bekleed; mijn huid is gekliefd en verachtelijk geworden. 6Mijn dagen zijn lichter geweest dan een weversspoel, en zijn vergaan zonder verwachting. 7Gedenk, dat mijn leven een wind is; mijn oog zal niet wederkomen, om het goede te zien. 8Het oog desgenen, die mij nu ziet, zal mij niet zien; uw ogen zullen op mij zijn; maar ik zal niet meer zijn. 9Een wolk vergaat en vaart henen; alzo die in het graf daalt, zal niet weder opkomen. 10Hij zal niet meer wederkeren tot zijn huis, en zijn plaats zal hem niet meer kennen. 11Zo zal ik ook mijn mond niet wederhouden, ik zal spreken in benauwdheid mijns geestes; ik zal klagen in bitterheid mijner ziel. 12Ben ik dan een zee, of walvis, dat Gij om mij wachten zet? 13Wanneer ik zeg: Mijn bedstede zal mij vertroosten, mijn leger zal van mijn klacht wat wegnemen; 14Dan ontzet Gij mij met dromen, en door gezichten verschrikt Gij mij; 15Zodat mijn ziel de verworging kiest; den dood meer dan mijn beenderen. 16Ik versmaad ze, ik zal toch in der eeuwigheid niet leven; houd op van mij, want mijn dagen zijn ijdelheid. 17Wat is de mens, dat Gij hem groot acht, en dat Gij Uw hart op hem zet? 18En dat Gij hem bezoekt in elken morgenstond; dat Gij hem in elken ogenblik beproeft? 19Hoe lang keert Gij U niet af van mij, en laat niet van mij af, totdat ik mijn speeksel inzwelge? 20Heb ik gezondigd, wat zal ik U doen, o Mensenhoeder? Waarom hebt Gij mij U tot een tegenloop gesteld, dat ik mijzelven tot een last zij? 21En waarom vergeeft Gij niet mijn overtreding, en doet mijn ongerechtigheid niet weg? Want nu zal ik in het stof liggen; en Gij zult mij vroeg zoeken, maar ik zal niet zijn.