Job 30
1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
“Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí, àwọn tí mo gbà ní àbúrò ń fi mí ṣe ẹlẹ́yà baba ẹni tí èmi kẹ́gàn láti tò pẹ̀lú àwọn ajá nínú agbo ẹran mi.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Kí ni ìwúlò agbára ọwọ́ wọn sí mi, níwọ̀n ìgbà tí agbára wọn ti fi wọ́n sílẹ̀?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Wọ́n rù nítorí àìní àti ìyàn wọ́n ń rìn káàkiri ní ilẹ̀ gbígbẹ ní ibi ìkọ̀sílẹ̀ ní òru.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
Àwọn ẹni tí ń já ewé iyọ̀ ní ẹ̀bá igbó; gbogbo igikígi ni oúnjẹ jíjẹ wọn.
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
A lé wọn kúrò láàrín ènìyàn, àwọn ènìyàn sì pariwo lé wọn lórí bí ẹní pariwo lé olè lórí.
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
A mú wọn gbe inú pàlàpálá òkúta àfonífojì, nínú ihò ilẹ̀ àti ti òkúta.
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
Wọ́n ń dún ní àárín igbó wọ́n kó ara wọn jọ pọ̀ ní abẹ́ ẹ̀gún neteli.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
Àwọn ọmọ ẹni tí òye kò yé, àní àwọn ọmọ lásán, a sì lé wọn jáde kúrò ní orí ilẹ̀.
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí, àwọn ọmọ wọn ń fi mí ṣe ẹlẹ́yà nínú orin; àní èmi di ẹni ìṣọ̀rọ̀ sí láàrín wọn.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
Wọ́n kórìíra mi; wọ́n sá kúrò jìnnà sí mi, wọn kò sì bìkítà láti tutọ́ sí mi lójú.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Nítorí Ọlọ́run ti tú okùn ìyè mi, ó sì pọ́n mi lójú; àwọn pẹ̀lú sì dẹ ìdẹ̀kùn níwájú mi.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
Àwọn ènìyàn lásán dìde ní apá ọ̀tún mi; wọ́n tì ẹsẹ̀ mi kúrò, wọ́n sì la ipa ọ̀nà ìparun sílẹ̀ dè mí.
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
Wọ́n da ipa ọ̀nà mi rú; wọ́n sì sọ ìparun mi di púpọ̀, àwọn tí kò ní olùrànlọ́wọ́.
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
Wọ́n ya sí mi bí i omi tí ó ya gbuuru; ní ariwo ńlá ni wọ́n rọ́ wá.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà mí; wọ́n lépa ọkàn mi bí ẹ̀fúùfù, àlàáfíà mi sì kọjá lọ bí àwọ̀ sánmọ̀.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
“Àti nísinsin yìí, ayé mi n yòrò lọ díẹ̀díẹ̀; ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú mi dì mímú.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Òru gún mi nínú egungun mi, èyí tí ó bù mí jẹ kò sì sinmi.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
Nípa agbára ńlá rẹ̀ Ọlọ́run wà bí aṣọ ìbora fún mi, ó sì lẹ̀ mọ́ mi ní ara yíká bí aṣọ ìlekè mi.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Ọlọ́run ti mú mi lọ sínú ẹrẹ̀, èmi sì dàbí eruku àti eérú.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
“Èmi ké pè ọ́ ìwọ Ọlọ́run, ṣùgbọ́n ìwọ kò dá mi lóhùn; èmi dìde dúró ìwọ sì wò mí lásán.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Ìwọ padà di ẹni ìkà sí mi; ọwọ́ agbára rẹ ni ìwọ fi dè mí ní ọ̀nà.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Ìwọ gbé mi sókè sí inú ẹ̀fúùfù, ìwọ mú mi fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ìwọ sì sọ mí di asán pátápátá.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
Èmi sá à mọ̀ pé ìwọ yóò mú mi lọ sínú ikú, sí ilé ìpéjọ tí a yàn fún gbogbo alààyè.
24 “However does not one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
“Bí ó ti wù kí ó rí, ẹnìkan kí yóò ha nawọ́ rẹ̀ nígbà ìṣubú rẹ̀, tàbí kì yóò ké nínú ìparun rẹ̀.
25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
Èmi kò ha sọkún bí fún ẹni tí ó wà nínú ìṣòro? Ọkàn mi kò ha bàjẹ́ fún tálákà bí?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
Nígbà tí mo fojú ṣọ́nà fún àlàáfíà, ibi sì dé; nígbà tí mo dúró de ìmọ́lẹ̀, òkùnkùn sì dé.
27 My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Ikùn mí n ru kò sì sinmi, ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú ti dé bá mi.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Èmí ń rìn kiri nínú ọ̀fọ̀, ṣùgbọ́n kì í ṣe nínú oòrùn; èmi dìde dúró ní àwùjọ mo sì kígbe fún ìrànlọ́wọ́.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Èmi ti di arákùnrin ìkookò, èmi di ẹgbẹ́ àwọn ògòǹgò.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Àwọ̀ mi di dúdú ní ara mi; egungun mi sì jórun fún ooru.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Ohun èlò orin mi pẹ̀lú sì di ti ọ̀fọ̀, àti ìpè orin mi sì di ohùn àwọn tí ń sọkún.
