Job 19
1 And Job made answer and said,
Job zara sị:
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
“Ruo ole mgbe ka unu ga-anọgide na-ata m ahụhụ? Ruo ole mgbe ka unu ga-ewere okwu ọnụ unu zọpịa m?
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
Ugboro iri ndị a ka unu kọcharala m, ihere adịghị eme unu na unu na-ebuso m agha?
4 And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself.
A sịkwarị na m bụ onye mmehie, ọ bụ naanị mụ onwe m ka ọ gbasara.
5 If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
Ọ bụrụ na unu na-ebuli onwe unu elu karịa m, ma were ọnọdụ ịdị ala m megide m,
6 Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
mgbe ahụ, maranụ na Chineke emejọọla m, were ụgbụ ya tụọ m gburugburu.
7 Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
“Ọ bụ ezie na m na-eti mkpu akwa sị: ‘A na-emejọ m.’ Ma ọ dịghị ọsịsa m na-anata; ọ bụ ezie na m na-eti mkpu ka e nyere m aka ma ikpe ziri ezi adịghị.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
Ọ nọchiela ụzọ m ka m ghara ịgafe; o jirila ọchịchịrị kpuchie ụzọ m.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
O yipụla m ugwu m, wepụkwa okpueze m kpu nʼisi.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
Ọ na-eti m ihe otiti nʼakụkụ niile, ruo mgbe m gabigara; ọ na-ehopu olileanya m dịka osisi.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
Iwe ya dị ọkụ megide m; ọ na-agụnyekwa m dịka onye iro ya.
12 His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
Ndị agha ya ji ike na-abịa; ha ewuola mgbidi were nnọchibido m ha agbaala ụlọ ikwu m gburugburu imegide m.
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
“O meela ka ụmụnne m na ndị enyi m si nʼebe m nọ pụọ.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
Ndị ikwu m anaghị etinyekwa uche nʼihe banyere m; ndị ezi enyi m niile echefuola m.
15 I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
Ndị ọbịa nọ nʼụlọ m na ndị odibo m nwanyị na-agụ m dịka onye ala ọzọ; adị m ka onye mba ọzọ nʼebe ha nọ.
16 At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
Ana m akpọ odibo m oku ma ọ dịghị aza m, ọ bụladị mgbe m jiri ọnụ m rịọ ya.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
Iku ume m abụrụla ihe nwunye m apụghị ịnagide; abụrụla m ihe arụ nye ụmụnne m.
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
Ọ bụladị ụmụntakịrị nwoke na-akwa m emo; ha na-ejikwa m eme ihe ọchị mgbe ọbụla m pụtara.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
Ndị ahụ m kpọrọ ndị enyi ọma m na-ele m anya dịka m bụ ihe arụ; ndị ahụ niile m hụrụ nʼanya echigharịakwala megide m
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
Abụ m naanị ọkpụkpụ ọkpụkpụ; ihe m ji gbanarị ọnwụ adịghị ukwuu.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
“Meerenụ m ebere, ndị enyi m, meerenụ m ebere, nʼihi na aka Chineke na-emegide m.
22 Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
Gịnị mere unu ji achụ m dịka Chineke si achụ m? Ọ ga-abụ na ahụhụ m ejubeghị unu afọ?
23 If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
“Ọ gaara atọ m ụtọ ma a sị na e dekọrọ okwu m nʼakwụkwọ,
24 And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
na e ji mkpisi igwe dee ha, maọbụ kakwasị ha nʼelu mbadamba nkume ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
25 But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
Amara m na onye mgbapụta m na-adị ndụ, amakwaara m na ọ ga-eguzo nʼelu ụwa nʼoge ikpeazụ.
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
Mgbe e mebisikwara akpụkpọ ahụ m, ma nʼanụ ahụ m aga m ahụ Chineke.
27 Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
Mụ onwe m ga-eji anya m abụọ hụ ya, mụ onwe m, ọ bụghị onye ọzọ. Lee ka obi m si anụ ọkụ nʼime m maka nke a!
28 If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
“Ọ bụrụ na unu asị, ‘Anyị ga-emegide ya nʼihi na nsogbu a si nʼaka ya,’
29 Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.
unu onwe unu kwesiri ịtụ egwu mma agha; nʼihi na iwe ga-ebute ịta ahụhụ nke mma agha, mgbe ahụ, unu ga-ama na ikpe dị.”
