Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
“A sịkwarị na a pụrụ ịtụ ihe mgbu m ya na nhụju anya m niile nʼelu nʼihe ọtụtụ!
3 And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
Ọ ghaghị ịdị arọ karịa aja dị nʼọnụ mmiri ọtụtụ osimiri, nke mere okwu m ji ada ike ike.
4 For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.
Àkụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile gbara dị nʼime m; mmụọ m na-aṅụkwa nsi dị na ha; ihe egwu Chineke edoola onwe ha nʼusoro imegide m.
5 What then? will the wild ass bray for nothing, if he is not seeking food? or again, will the ox low at the manger, when he has a fodder?
Ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe o nwere ahịhịa ọ na-ata, ka oke ehi ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe ihe oriri ya dị?
6 Shall bread be eaten without salt? or again, is there taste in empty words?
A na-eri nri na-adịghị ụtọ ma e etinyeghị ya nnu, ka o nwere ụtọ dị na eso ọkwụrụ?
7 For my wrath can’t cease; for I perceive my food as the smell of a lion [to be] loathsome.
A jụrụ m ịmetụ ya aka, nʼihi na nri dị otu a na-eme ka m daa ọrịa.
8 For oh that he would grant [my desire], and my petition might come, and the Lord would grant my hope!
“O, asị nnọọ na a ga-emere m ihe m na-arịọ, na Chineke ga-enye m ihe m na-atụ anya ya.
9 Let the Lord begin and wound me, but let him not utterly destroy me.
Ọbụladị ka Chineke kwe igwepịa m ka ọ tọpụ aka ya, bipụ ndụ m.
10 Let the grave be my city, upon the walls of which I have leapt: I will not shrink from it; for I have not denied the holy words of my God.
Mgbe ahụ, aga m enwe nkasiobi a, wụlikwaa elu nʼime ihe mgbu na-adịgide, na o nwebeghị oge ọbụla m gọnarịrị okwu nke Onye ahụ dị nsọ.
11 For what is my strength, that I continue? what is my time, that my soul endures?
“Ike gịnị ka m nwere, na m ga-anọgide na-enwe olileanya ndụ? Ọganihu gịnị dị, na m na-anọgide na-enwe ndidi?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike nkume? Ka anụ ahụ m ọ bụ bronz?
13 Or have I not trusted in him? but help is [far] from me.
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike inyere onwe m aka, ugbu a, e siterela nʼebe m nọ wezuga nzube?
14 Mercy has rejected me; and the visitation of the Lord has disregarded me.
“Onye ọbụla nʼejichi ebere site nʼebe enyi ya nọ na-agbakụta egwu Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile azụ.
15 My nearest relations have not regarded me; they have passed me by like a failing brook, or like a wave.
Ma ụmụnna m bụ ndị a na-ekwesighị ịdabere na ha, dịka iyi mmiri na-akọ, dịka iyi nke na-etofe ọnụ ya,
16 They who used to reverence me, now have come against me like snow or congealed ice.
nke na-eji ojii nʼihi mkpụrụ mmiri oyi, nke unyi jupụtara nʼihi mgbaze nke mkpụrụ mmiri oyi.
17 When it has melted at the approach of heat, it is not known what it was.
Nke na-akwụsị ịsọpụta nʼoge ọkọchị, nke na-ata ata nʼihi okpomọkụ.
18 Thus I also have been deserted of all; and I am ruined, and become an outcast.
Ndị ije na-atụgharị site nʼokporoụzọ ije ha. Ha na-arịgo nʼala akọrọ si otu a laa nʼiyi.
19 Behold the ways of the Thaemanites, you that mark the paths of the Sabaeans.
Ndị ije si Tema na-ele anya mmiri, otu a kwa ndị ahịa Sheba na-ele anya nʼolileanya.
20 They too that trust in cities and riches shall come to shame.
Obi mgbu na-ejide ha nʼihi na ha nwere ntụkwasị obi, ha bịarutere ebe ahụ, bụrụ ndị emenyere ihere.
21 But you also have come to me without pity; so that beholding my wound you are afraid.
Ma ugbu a, unu egosila na unu abaghị uru, unu ahụla ihe na-eyi egwu ma ụjọ ejidela unu.
22 What? have I made any demand of you? or do I ask for strength from you,
O nweela mgbe m sịrị unu, ‘Nyenụ ihe ọbụla nʼọnọdụ m, sitenụ nʼakụnụba unu kwụọ ụgwọ ịgbapụta m,
23 to deliver me from enemies, or to rescue me from the hand of the mighty ones?
gbapụtanụ m nʼaka ndị iro, maọbụ napụtanụ m nʼaka ndị na-enweghị obi ebere’?
24 Teach you me, and I will be silent: if in anything I have erred, tell me.
“Zienụ m ihe ga-eme ka m mechie ọnụ, gosi m ebe m si mejọọ.
25 But as it seems, the words of a true man are vain, because I do not ask strength of you.
Eziokwu na-egbu mgbu nʼobi! Ma gịnị ka ịrụ ụka unu na-ewepụta?
26 Neither will your reproof cause me to cease my words, for neither will I endure the sound of your speech.
Ị chọrọ idozi okwu ọnụ m? Si otu a mee ka okwu onye ike gwụrụ ghọọ ikuku efu?
27 Even because you attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.
Unu nwere ike ife nza nʼisi onye na-enweghị nna, ma refukwaa enyi unu.
28 But now, having looked upon your countenances, I will not lie.
“Lezie m anya nke ọma, ọ dị unu ka m nwere ike ilegide unu anya gwa unu okwu ụgha?
29 Sit down now, and let there not be unrighteousness; and unite again with the just.
Kwụsịnụ ihe unu na-eme. Unu abụla ndị na-eme ihe na-ezighị ezi, tuleenụ ihe unu na-eme, nʼihi na ezi omume m ka guzosiri ike.
30 For there is no injustice in my tongue; and does not my throat meditate understanding?
Ọ dị ihe ọjọọ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m abụọ pụta? Ọ bụ na ọnụ m apụghị ịchọpụta nzube iro?
