Job 13
1 “Indeed, my eyes have seen all this; my ears have heard and understood.
“Anya m abụọ ahụla ihe ndị a niile, ntị m anụla ma ghọtakwa ha.
2 What you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.
Mụ onwe m makwa ihe unu maara; abụghị m onye dị ala nʼebe unu nọ.
3 Yet I desire to speak to the Almighty and argue my case before God.
Ma ọ bụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ka m chọrọ ịgwa okwu, ka mụ na Chineke rụọkwa ụka banyere okwu m.
4 You, however, smear with lies; you are all worthless physicians.
Ma otu ọ dị, unu ji okwu ụgha etechi m dịka ọ bụ mgba ụlọ; unu niile bụ ndị dibịa na-abaghị uru.
5 If only you would remain silent; for that would be your wisdom!
Ọ bụrụ nnọọ na unu ga-agba nkịtị, nke a gaara egosi na unu bụ ndị nwere amamihe.
6 Hear now my argument, and listen to the plea of my lips.
Ugbu a, nụrụnụ ịrụ ụka m; geekwanụ ntị nụrụ okwu si m nʼọnụ na-apụta.
7 Will you speak wickedly on God’s behalf or speak deceitfully for Him?
Unu ga-ekpelara Chineke ikpe mmegide? Unu ga-esite nʼokwu aghụghọ kwuchitere Chineke ọnụ ya?
8 Would you show Him partiality or argue in His defense?
Unu ga-egosi ya na unu na-ekpelara ya ikpe? Unu ga-ekwuchite ọnụ Chineke?
9 Would it be well when He examined you? Could you deceive Him like a man?
Ọ ga-adịrị unu mma ma ọ bụrụ na o nyochaa unu? Unu pụrụ ịghọgbu ya dịka unu si aghọgbu ndị mmadụ?
10 Surely He would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality.
Ọ ghaghị ịbara unu mba ma ọ bụrụ na unu ejiri okwu ụgha chọọ inyere ya aka.
11 Would His majesty not terrify you? Would the dread of Him not fall upon you?
Ọ ga-abụ na ebube na ịdị ukwuu ya adịghị eme ka unu maa jijiji? Egwu ya ọ dịghị atụ unu?
12 Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
Okwu amamihe unu niile dịka ilu nke ntụ; okwu ngọpụ unu dịka ihe ngọpụ ụrọ.
13 Be silent, and I will speak. Then let come to me what may.
“Nọọnụ jụụ ka m kwuo okwu; ihe ọ pụtara ya pụta.
14 Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands?
Nʼihi gịnị ka m ga-eji tinye onwe m na nsogbu, werekwa ndụ m tinye nʼọbụaka m?
15 Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face.
A sịkwarị na ọ ga-etigbu m aghaghị m ịtụkwasị ya obi m. Aga m ekwuchite ọnụ m gwa ya na ụzọ m dị ọcha.
16 Moreover, this will be my salvation, for no godless man can appear before Him.
Nʼezie, nke a ga-aghọrọ m nzọpụta maka na ọ dịghị onye ajọ omume ọbụla pụrụ ịbịa nʼihu ya.
17 Listen carefully to my words; let my declaration ring in your ears.
Geenụ ntị nke ọma nʼokwu m. Kwerenụ ka ihe m na-ekwu baa unu ntị.
18 Behold, now that I have prepared my case, I know that I will be vindicated.
Ugbu a, edoziela m ikpe m nʼusoro, amatala m na ikpe agaghị ama m.
19 Can anyone indict me? If so, I will be silent and die.
Ọ dị onye pụrụ ibo m ebubo? Ọ bụrụ na o nwere, aga m emechi ọnụ m ma nwụọ.
20 Only grant these two things to me, so that I need not hide from You:
“Meere m naanị ihe abụọ ndị a, O Chineke, mgbe ahụ agaghị m ezo onwe m nʼihu gị.
21 Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.
Wepụ aka gị i ji emegide m, meekwa ka ha dị anya nʼebe m nọ. Kwụsị ime ka oke egwu gị mee ka m maa jijiji.
22 Then call me, and I will answer, or let me speak, and You can reply.
Mgbe ahụ, kpọọ m oku, aga m azakwa gị. Maọbụ, kwerekwa ka m kwuo okwu, ka ị zaa m.
23 How many are my iniquities and sins? Reveal to me my transgression and sin.
Ole ka ha dị bụ mmejọ na mmehie m mere? Gosi m ajọ omume m na mmehie m.
24 Why do You hide Your face and consider me as Your enemy?
Gịnị mere i ji gbakụta m azụ? Gịnị mere i ji gụọ m dịka onye iro gị?
25 Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
Ị ga-enye ahịhịa ikuku na-ebugharị ntaramahụhụ? Ị ga-achụ ahịhịa kpọrọ nkụ ọsọ?
26 For You record bitter accusations against me and bequeath to me the iniquities of my youth.
Nʼihi na ị na-edetu ihe ndị dị ilu megide m, na-emekwa ka m ghọrọ mkpụrụ mmehie m mere nʼoge okorobịa m.
27 You put my feet in the stocks and stand watch over all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
Ị na-eji mkpọrọ igwe kegide ụkwụ m abụọ; na-enyochakwa nzọ ụkwụ m niile site nʼitinye akara nʼebe ọbụla ọbụ ụkwụ m zọrọ.
28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
“Ya mere, mmadụ nʼala nʼiyi dịka ihe rere ere, na dịka akwa nke nla riri.
