Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
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 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in 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 as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one 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, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
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 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! 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 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
