Job 17
1 “My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct and the grave is ready for me.
Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu belibelibeli, nye ŋkekewo hã le kpuie eye yɔdo le lalayem.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
Vavãe, fewuɖulawo ƒo xlãm, ele be nye ŋkuwo nanɔ woƒe amenuɖiaɖia ŋu.
3 “Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
“O Mawu, tsɔ ŋugbedodo si dim nèle la nam. Ame kae gali si ade megbe nam?
4 For you have hidden their heart from understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.
Ètu woƒe susu ɖe gɔmesese ŋu eya ta màna woƒe alɔ nade dzi o.
5 He who denounces his friends for plunder, even the eyes of his children will fail.
Ne ame aɖe gbe exɔlɔ̃wo ɖe nu si woanae ta la, viawo ƒe ŋkuwo atsi.
6 “But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
“Mawu tsɔm wɔ lodonue na ame sia ame, ame si ƒe ŋkume amewo ɖea ta ɖo gɔ̃ hã.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
Nuxaxa na be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ eye nye ameti blibo la mele abe vɔvɔli ene.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this. The innocent will stir himself up against the godless.
Ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe mo wɔ yaa le esia ta; dɔ me ve ame maɖifɔwo ɖe mawumavɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
9 Yet the righteous will hold to his way. He who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.
Ke hã la, ame dzɔdzɔewo alé woƒe mɔwo me ɖe asi eye asi dzadzɛtɔwo akpɔ ŋusẽ ɖe edzi.
10 But as for you all, come back. I will not find a wise man among you.
“Mi katã mitrɔ va ko, migadze agbagba kpɔ! Gake nyemakpɔ nunyala aɖeke le mia dome o.
11 My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
Nye ŋkekewo va yi, nye ɖoɖowo me gblẽ eye nenema kee nye nye dzi ƒe didiwo hã.
12 They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.
Ame siawo trɔ zã wòzu ŋkeke, ke esi viviti do ɖe wo la, wogblɔ be, ‘Kekeli tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ’
Ne aƒe si ko mele mɔ kpɔm na la nye yɔdo, ne meɖo aba ɖe viviti me, (Sheol h7585)
14 if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’
ne megblɔ na zãnuxɔxɔ be, ‘Wòe nye fofonye,’ eye megblɔ na ŋɔvi be, ‘Wòe nye danye’ alo ‘Wòe nye nɔvinye nyɔnu’ la,
15 where then is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?
ekema afi ka nye mɔkpɔkpɔ la le?
