Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
Ndị na-eme ihe ziri ezi na-akụja mgbe ha hụrụ nke a; ndị aka ha dị ọcha na-enwe mkpali megide ndị ajọ omume.
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
Ma otu ọbụla ọ dị, ndị ezi omume ga-aga nʼihu nʼiso ụzọ ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-aga nʼihu nʼịdị ike.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
“Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
Ọ bụrụ na ebe obibi m na-ele anya ya bụ ili, ọ bụrụ na m agbasaa ihe ndina m nʼelu ọchịchịrị, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
a sikwa na m asị ire ure, ‘Nna m ka ị bụ,’ maọbụ sị ikpuru ‘Nne m’ maọbụ ‘Nwanne m nwanyị,’
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
