Job 14
1 “Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
“Mmadụ nke nwanyị mụrụ nwere ụbọchị ole na ole nke jupụtara na nsogbu.
2 Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
Ọ na-awalite dịka okoko osisi, ma kpọnwụọkwa mgbe na-adịghị anya, dịka onyinyo, ọ na-agabiga agabiga.
3 Do You open Your eyes to one like this? Will You bring him into judgment before You?
Ị na-elegide onye dị otu a anya? Ị ga-akpọ ya ikpe nʼihu gị?
4 Who can bring out clean from unclean? No one!
Onye pụrụ iwepụta ihe dị ọcha site nʼihe na-adịghị ọcha? Ọ dịghị onye ọ bụ.
5 Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,
Ị kpebiela ụbọchị ndụ nke mmadụ; ị kabiela ọnụọgụgụ nke ọnwa ya niile, kpaakwa oke ebe ọ na-agaghị agabiga.
6 look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
Nʼihi nke a, wepụ anya gị nʼebe ọ nọ, hapụ ya ka ọ nọọrọ onwe ya ruo mgbe ụbọchị ya ga-ezu dịka onye e goro ọrụ.
7 For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
“Ma olileanya dịịrị osisi; nʼihi na ọ bụrụ na e gbutuo ya, ọ ga-epuchikwa, alaka ọhụrụ ya aghaghị ịwapụtakwa.
8 If its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,
A sịkwarị na mgbọrọgwụ ya emeela ochie nʼala, maọbụ na ogwe ya anwụọ nʼaja,
9 at the scent of water it will bud and put forth twigs like a sapling.
mgbe ọbụla mmiri zokwasịrị ya, ọ na-epupụta dịka ihe a kụrụ akụ.
10 But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
Ma mmadụ na-anwụ, e lie ya; ọ na-ekubikwa ume si otu a gabiga.
11 As water disappears from the sea and a river becomes parched and dry,
Dịka mmiri dị nʼoke osimiri si ata, maọbụ ka mmiri dị nʼiyi si ata nʼoge ọkọchị,
12 so a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, he will not be awakened or roused from sleep.
otu a ka mmadụ si e dinaa ma ọ dịghị etetakwa ọzọ; tutu ruo mgbe eluigwe na-agaghị adịkwa; mmadụ ọbụla apụghị i si nʼụra kpọtee ya, agaghị akpọtekwa ha site nʼụra ha.
13 If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me and then remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“A sị na ị ga-ezo m nʼala mmụọ, na ị ga-ezobe m tutu ruo mgbe iwe gị gabigara. A sị na ị ga-akanyere m oge ma mesịa cheta m. (Sheol h7585)
14 When a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, until my renewal comes.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ anwụọ, ọ ga-adị ndụ ọzọ? Ụbọchị niile nke ọrụ ahụhụ m, aga m echere mgbe nnapụta m ga-abịa.
15 You will call, and I will answer; You will desire the work of Your hands.
Ị ga-akpọ, aga m azakwa gị, agụụ ọrụ aka gị ga-agụ gị.
16 For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
Nʼihi mgbe ahụ ị ga-agụ nzọ ụkwụ m niile ọnụ, ma ị gaghị agụkọ mmehie m.
17 My transgression would be sealed in a bag, and You would cover over my iniquity.
A ga-ekechi njehie m nʼakpa, ị ga-ekpuchi mmehie m.
18 But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and a rock is dislodged from its place,
“Ma dịka ugwu si erichasi daa, na dịka a na-enupu oke nkume nʼọnọdụ ya,
19 as water wears away the stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a man’s hope.
dịka mmiri si akwọchasị nkume, na dịka oke mmiri ozuzo si akwazekwa aja ala, otu a ka i si eme ka olileanya mmadụ laa nʼiyi.
20 You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.
Ị na-egosi ya na ị karịrị ya ike, ma ha na-agabiga; ị na-eme ka ihu ya gbanwee, ma zilaga ya.
21 If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.
Ọ bụrụ na a na-asọpụrụ ụmụ ha, ha adịghị amata nke a; ọ bụrụkwa na a na-eweda ha nʼala, ha ọ dịghị ahụ ya.
22 He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”
Ihe mgbu nke anụ ahụ ya ka ọ na-ama ma na-erukwara naanị onwe ya ụjụ.”
