Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Ìgbà náà ni Bilidadi, ará Ṣuhi, dáhùn, ó sì wí pé,
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
“Nígbà wo ni ẹ̀yin yóò tó fi ìdí ọ̀rọ̀ tì; ẹ rò ó, nígbẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ ni àwa ó tó máa sọ.
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Nítorí kí ni a ṣe ń kà wá sí bí ẹranko, tí a sì ń kà wá si bí ẹni ẹ̀gàn ní ojú yín?
4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
Ìwọ fa ara rẹ ya pẹ́rẹpẹ̀rẹ nínú ìbínú rẹ̀; kí a ha kọ ayé sílẹ̀ nítorí rẹ̀ bi? Tàbí kí a sí àpáta kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀?
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
“Nítòótọ́ ìmọ́lẹ̀ ènìyàn búburú ni a ó pa kúrò, ọ̀wọ́-iná rẹ̀ kì yóò sì tan ìmọ́lẹ̀.
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
Ìmọ́lẹ̀ yóò di òkùnkùn nínú àgọ́ rẹ̀, fìtílà ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ̀ ni a ó sì pa pẹ̀lú.
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
Ìrìn ẹsẹ̀ agbára rẹ̀ yóò di fífọ; ète òun tìkára rẹ̀ ni yóò bí i ṣubú.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
Nípa ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ òun tìkára rẹ̀ ó ti bọ́ sínú àwọ̀n, ó sì rìn lórí okùn dídẹ.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
Tàkúté ni yóò mú un ní gìgísẹ̀, àwọn àwọ̀n tí a dẹ yóò sì ṣẹ́gun rẹ̀.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
A dẹkùn sílẹ̀ fún un lórí ilẹ̀, a sì wà ọ̀fìn fún un lójú ọ̀nà.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Ẹ̀rù ńlá yóò bà á ní ìhà gbogbo, yóò sì lé e dé ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
Àìlera rẹ̀ yóò di púpọ̀ fún ebi, ìparun yóò dìde dúró sí i nígbà tí ó bá ṣubú.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Yóò jẹ ẹ̀yà ara rẹ̀; ikú àkọ́bí ni yóò jẹ agbára rẹ̀ run.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
A ó fà á tu kúrò nínú àgọ́ tí ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé, a ó sì mú un tọ ọba ẹ̀rù ńlá nì lọ.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
Yóò sì máa jókòó nínú àgọ́ rẹ̀ èyí tí í ṣe tirẹ̀; sulfuru ti o jóná ni a ó fún káàkiri ibùgbé rẹ̀.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
Gbòǹgbò rẹ̀ yóò gbẹ níṣàlẹ̀, a ó sì ké ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ kúrò lókè.
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
Ìrántí rẹ̀ yóò parun kúrò ni ayé, kì yóò sí orúkọ rẹ̀ ní ìgboro ìlú.
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
A ó sì lé e láti inú ìmọ́lẹ̀ sí inú òkùnkùn, a ó sì lé e kúrò ní ayé.
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
Kì yóò ní ọmọ tàbí ọmọ ọmọ nínú àwọn ènìyàn rẹ̀, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sí ẹnikẹ́ni tí yóò kù nínú agbo ilé rẹ̀.
20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Ẹnu yóò ya àwọn ìran ti ìwọ̀-oòrùn sí ìgbà ọjọ́ rẹ̀, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ẹ̀rù ìwárìrì ti í bá àwọn ìran ti ìlà-oòrùn.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Nítòótọ́ irú bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ibùgbé àwọn ènìyàn búburú, èyí sì ni ipò ẹni tí kò mọ̀ Ọlọ́run.”
