Job 14
1 “Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
“Ènìyàn tí a bí nínú obìnrin, ọlọ́jọ́ díẹ̀ ni, ó sì kún fún ìpọ́njú.
2 Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
Ó jáde wá bí ìtànná ewéko, a sì ké e lulẹ̀; ó sì ń fò lọ bí òjìji, kò sì dúró pẹ́.
3 Do You open Your eyes to one like this? Will You bring him into judgment before You?
Ìwọ sì ń síjú rẹ wò irú èyí ni? Ìwọ sì mú mi wá sínú ìdájọ́ pẹ̀lú rẹ?
4 Who can bring out clean from unclean? No one!
Ta ni ó lè mú ohun mímọ́ láti inú àìmọ́ jáde wá? Kò sí ẹnìkan!
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,
Ǹjẹ́ a ti pinnu ọjọ́ rẹ̀, iye oṣù rẹ̀ ń bẹ ní ọwọ́ rẹ, ìwọ ti pààlà rẹ̀, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní òun kò le kọjá rẹ̀.
6 look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
Yípadà kúrò lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀, kí ó lè sinmi, títí yóò fi pé ọjọ́ rẹ̀ bí alágbàṣe.
7 For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
“Nítorí pé ìrètí wà fún igi, bí a bá ké e lulẹ̀, pé yóò sì tún sọ, àti pé ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ tuntun kì yóò gbẹ.
8 If its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,
Bí gbòǹgbò rẹ̀ tilẹ̀ di ogbó nínú ilẹ̀, tí kùkùté rẹ̀ si kú ni ilẹ̀,
9 at the scent of water it will bud and put forth twigs like a sapling.
síbẹ̀ nígbà tí ó bá gbóòórùn omi, yóò sọ, yóò sì yọ ẹ̀ka jáde bí irúgbìn.
10 But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
Ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn kú, a sì dàánù, àní ènìyàn jọ̀wọ́ ẹ̀mí rẹ̀ lọ́wọ́: Òun kò sì sí mọ́.
11 As water disappears from the sea and a river becomes parched and dry,
“Bí omi ti í tán nínú ipa odò, àti bí odò ṣì tí í fà tí sì gbẹ,
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.
bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ènìyàn dùbúlẹ̀ tí kò sì dìde mọ́; títí ọ̀run kì yóò fi sí mọ́, wọ́n kì yóò jí, a kì yóò jí wọn kúrò lójú oorun wọn.
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)
“Háà! ìwọ ìbá fi mí pamọ́ ní ipò òkú, kí ìwọ kí ó fi mí pamọ́ ní ìkọ̀kọ̀, títí ìbínú rẹ yóò fi rékọjá, ìwọ ìbá lànà ìgbà kan sílẹ̀ fún mi, kí ó si rántí mi! (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.
Bí ènìyàn bá kú yóò sì tún yè bí? Gbogbo ọjọ́ ìgbà tí a là sílẹ̀ fún mi ni èmi dúró dè, títí àmúdọ̀tún mi yóò fi dé.
15 You will call, and I will answer; You will desire the work of Your hands.
Ìwọ ìbá pè, èmi ìbá sì dá ọ lóhùn; ìwọ ó sì ní ìfẹ́ sì iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ.
16 For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí ìwọ ń kaye ìṣísẹ̀ mi; ìwọ kò fa ọwọ́ rẹ kúrò nítorí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ mi?
17 My transgression would be sealed in a bag, and You would cover over my iniquity.
A fi èdìdì di ìrékọjá mi sínú àpò, ìwọ sì rán àìṣedéédéé mi pọ̀.
18 But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and a rock is dislodged from its place,
“Àti nítòótọ́ òkè ńlá tí ó ṣubú, ó dasán, a sì ṣí àpáta kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.
19 as water wears away the stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a man’s hope.
Omi a máa yinrin òkúta, ìwọ a sì mú omi sàn bo ohun tí ó hù jáde lórí ilẹ̀, ìwọ sì sọ ìrètí ènìyàn dí òfo.
20 You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.
Ìwọ ṣẹ́gun rẹ̀ láéláé, òun sì kọjá lọ! Ìwọ pa awọ ojú rẹ̀ dà, o sì rán an lọ kúrò.
21 If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bọ́ sí ipò ọlá, òun kò sì mọ̀; wọ́n sì rẹ̀ sílẹ̀, òun kò sì kíyèsi i lára wọn.
22 He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”
Ṣùgbọ́n ẹran-ara rẹ̀ ni yóò rí ìrora ọkàn rẹ̀ ni yóò sì máa ní ìbìnújẹ́ nínú rẹ̀.”
