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Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
CIERTAMENTE tiempo limitado tiene el hombre sobre la tierra, y sus días son como los días del jornalero.
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
Como el siervo anhela la sombra, y como el jornalero espera el reposo de su trabajo:
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
Así poseo yo meses de vanidad, y noches de trabajo me dieron por cuenta.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
Cuando estoy acostado, digo: ¿Cuándo me levantaré? Y mide mi corazón la noche, y estoy harto de devaneos hasta el alba.
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.
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.
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
Mi carne está vestida de gusanos, y de costras de polvo; mi piel hendida y abominable.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
Y mis días fueron más ligeros que la lanzadera del tejedor, y fenecieron sin esperanza.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
Acuérdate que mi vida es viento, y que mis ojos no volverán á ver el bien.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
Los ojos de los que me ven, no me verán más: tus ojos sobre mí, y dejaré de ser.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.
La nube se consume, y se va: así el que desciende al sepulcro no subirá;
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.
He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
No tornará más á su casa, ni su lugar le conocerá más.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
Por tanto yo no reprimiré mi boca; hablaré en la angustia de mi espíritu, y quejaréme con la amargura de mi alma.
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.
“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
¿Soy yo la mar, ó ballena, que me pongas guarda?
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
Cuando digo: Mi cama me consolará, mi cama atenuará mis quejas;
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
Entonces me quebrantarás con sueños, y me turbarás con visiones.
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
Y así mi alma tuvo por mejor el ahogamiento, y quiso la muerte más que mis huesos.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
Aburríme: no he de vivir yo para siempre; déjame, pues que mis días son vanidad.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
¿Qué es el hombre, para que lo engrandezcas, y que pongas sobre él tu corazón,
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
Y lo visites todas las mañanas, y todos los momentos lo pruebes?
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
¿Hasta cuándo no me dejarás, ni me soltarás hasta que trague mi saliva?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
Pequé, ¿qué te haré, oh Guarda de los hombres? ¿por qué me has puesto contrario á ti, y que á mí mismo sea pesado?
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?
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?
And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
¿Y por qué no quitas mi rebelión, y perdonas mi iniquidad? porque ahora dormiré en el polvo, y si me buscares de mañana, ya no seré.
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.
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.”