Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Mgbe ahụ Bildad onye Shua zara sị:
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
“Ruo ole mgbe ka ị ga-ekwubi okwu ndị a ị na-ekwu? Nwee ezi uche ka anyị kparịtaa ụka.
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Gịnị mere i ji were anyị dịka anụ ọhịa, gụọ anyị dịka ndị na-enweghị uche nʼanya gị?
4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
Gị onye na-eji iwe adọkasị onwe gị, a ga-ahapụ ụwa nʼihi gị? Ka a ga-enupu oke nkume nʼọnọdụ ha?
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
“A na-afụnyụ oriọna nke onye na-emebi iwu; ire ọkụ ya ga-akwụsịkwa inwu enwu,
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
ìhè nke dị nʼime ụlọ ikwu ya na-abụ ọchịchịrị, oriọna nke dị nʼakụkụ ya na-anyụkwa.
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
Ike agakwaghị adị na nzọ ukwu ya; atụmatụ ya onwe ya ga-atụda ya nʼala.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
Ụkwụ ya na-eduba ya nʼọnya; ọ na-akpagharị na-adaba nʼime oghere.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
Ọnya na-ejide ikiri ụkwụ ya, ọnya ahụ na-ejidesi ya ike.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
E zobere ya ụdọ ọnya igbudu nʼala, ihe e ji ejide ya na-echere ya nʼụzọ ya.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Ihe egwu na-emenye ya ụjọ nʼakụkụ niile, na-agbasokwa nzọ ụkwụ ya niile.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
Ịla nʼiyi na-achọsi ya ike; mbibi nọkwa na njikere na-eche mgbe ọ ga-ada.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Mbibi na-eripịa akụkụ anụ ahụ ya; ọkpara ọnwụ na-eripịa ahụ ya niile.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
Esi na nchekwa nke ụlọ ikwu ya dọpụta ya duru ya jekwuru eze nke ihe egwu niile.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
Ọkụ na-ebi nʼime ụlọ ikwu ya; a ga-efesasị nkume na-enwu ọkụ nʼebe obibi ya.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
Mgbọrọgwụ ya na-akpọ nkụ nʼime ala, alaka ya ga-akpọnwụ nʼelu.
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
A gaghị echeta echiche ya nʼụwa ọzọ, o nweghị onye ọbụla na-echetakwa aha ya.
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
A na-esite nʼìhè chụba ya nʼọchịchịrị, otu a kwa, a na-achụpụkwa ya site nʼụwa.
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
O nweghị ụmụ, o nwekwaghị ụmụ ụmụ nʼetiti ndị ya, ọ dịghị onye fọdụrụ nʼebe o bi na mbụ.
20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Ọnọdụ ya na-eju ndị si nʼọdịda anyanwụ anya; oke egwu na-ejidekwa ndị si nʼọwụwa anyanwụ nʼihi ya.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Nʼezie, otu a ka ebe obibi nke onye ajọ omume dị, ee, bụ onye ahụ nke na-amaghị Chineke.”
