Job 10

10 ¹"I don tire for my own life. I go let my complain flow free; I go talk from di bitterness wey full my soul. ²I go tell God: No condemn me; make you let me know why you dey fight with me. ³E dey sweet you to press person down, to despise di work wey your own hand make, while you dey smile give di plan of wicked people? ⁴You get eye of flesh? You dey see di way ordinary human being dey see? ⁵Your days be like di days of ordinary human being, or your years be like di years of man, ⁶wey make you gats to dey search my guilt comot and dey hunt my sin? ⁷even as you sabi say I no guilty, and nobody dey wey fit rescue me comot from your hand?

⁸"Na your hand shape me and make me, every part of me, and now you turn round come dey destroy me. ⁹Remember say na you mould me like clay. Now you wan return me back to dust? ¹⁰No be you pour me out like milk and make me thick like cheese, ¹¹you dress me with skin and flesh, and weave me together with bone and vein? ¹²You give me life and Covenant love, and your care don dey watch over my spirit.

¹³"But you hide dis one for inside your heart, and I sabi say na dis be your purpose: ¹⁴if I sin, you go dey watch me and you no go clear me from my guilt. ¹⁵If I guilty, wahala for me! And even if I no do anything, I no fit raise my head—shame full me well well, I don soak inside my suffer. ¹⁶If I hold my head high, you go hunt me like lion and come do wonder against me again. ¹⁷You dey bring fresh witness against me and dey pour more of your anger on top me; trouble dey rush me wave after wave.

¹⁸"So why you come bring me comot from belle? I for don die before any eye see me. ¹⁹I for be as if I no ever exist, dem for carry me straight from belle go grave. ²⁰No be say my days small? Turn comot from me, leave me alone, so I fit get small moment of comfort, ²¹before I go di place wey person no dey return from, to di land of darkness and deep shadow, ²²to di land of gloom wey be like di deepest night, of deep shadow and scatter-scatter, where even di light be like darkness."