Job 4
1 And Eliphaz the Temanite answered and said,
Ìgbà náà ni Elifasi, ará Temani dáhùn wí pé,
2 If a word were essayed to thee, wouldest thou be grieved? But who can refrain from speaking?
“Bí àwa bá fi ẹnu lé e, láti bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀, ìwọ o ha banújẹ́? Ṣùgbọ́n ta ni ó lè pa ọ̀rọ̀ mọ́ ẹnu láìsọ?
3 Behold, thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the weak hands;
Kíyèsi i, ìwọ sá ti kọ́ ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn, ìwọ ṣá ti mú ọwọ́ aláìlera le.
4 Thy words have upholden him that was stumbling, and thou hast braced up the bending knees:
Ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ ti gbé àwọn tí ń ṣubú lọ dúró, ìwọ sì ti mú eékún àwọn tí ń wárìrì lera.
5 But now it is come upon thee, and thou grievest; it toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.
Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí ó dé bá ọ, ó sì rẹ̀ ọ́, ó kọlù ọ́; ara rẹ kò lélẹ̀.
6 Hath not thy piety been thy confidence, and the perfection of thy ways thy hope?
Ìbẹ̀rù Ọlọ́run rẹ kò ha jẹ́ ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé rẹ àti ìdúró ọ̀nà rẹ kò ha sì jẹ́ ìrètí rẹ?
7 Remember, I pray thee, who that was innocent has perished? and where were the upright cut off?
“Èmi bẹ̀ ọ́ rántí, ta ni ó ṣègbé rí láìṣẹ̀? Tàbí níbo ni a gbé gé olódodo kúrò rí?
8 Even as I have seen, they that plough iniquity and sow mischief, reap the same.
Àní bí èmi ti rí i pé, àwọn tí ń ṣe ìtulẹ̀ ẹ̀ṣẹ̀, tí wọ́n sì fún irúgbìn ìwà búburú, wọn a sì ká èso rẹ̀ náà.
9 By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his nostrils are they consumed.
Nípa ìfẹ́ sí Ọlọ́run wọn a ṣègbé, nípa èémí ìbínú rẹ̀ wọn a parun.
10 The roar of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken;
Bíbú ramúramù kìnnìún àti ohùn òǹrorò kìnnìún àti eyín àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún ní a ká.
11 The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the whelps of the lioness are scattered.
Kìnnìún kígbe, nítorí àìrí ohun ọdẹ, àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún sísanra ni a túká kiri.
12 Now to me a word was secretly brought, and mine ear received a whisper thereof.
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí a fi ohun àṣírí kan hàn fún mi, etí mi sì gbà díẹ̀ nínú rẹ̀.
13 In thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men: —
Ní ìrò inú lójú ìran òru, nígbà tí oorun èjìká kùn ènìyàn.
14 Fear came on me, and trembling, and made all my bones to shake;
Ẹ̀rù bà mí àti ìwárìrì tí ó mú gbogbo egungun mi jí pépé.
15 And a spirit passed before my face — the hair of my flesh stood up —
Nígbà náà ni ẹ̀mí kan kọjá lọ ní iwájú mi, irun ara mi dìde dúró ṣánṣán.
16 It stood still; I could not discern the appearance thereof: a form was before mine eyes; I heard a slight murmur and a voice:
Ó dúró jẹ́ẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò le wo àpẹẹrẹ ìrí rẹ̀, àwòrán kan hàn níwájú mi, ìdákẹ́rọ́rọ́ wà, mo sì gbóhùn kan wí pé,
17 Shall [mortal] man be more just than God? Shall a man be purer than his Maker?
‘Ẹni kíkú le jẹ́ olódodo ju Ọlọ́run, ènìyàn ha le mọ́ ju ẹlẹ́dàá rẹ̀ bí?
18 Lo, he trusteth not his servants, and his angels he chargeth with folly:
Kíyèsi i, òun kò gbẹ́kẹ̀lé àwọn ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀, nínú àwọn angẹli rẹ̀ ní ó sì rí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀.
19 How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed as the moth!
Mélòó mélòó àwọn tí ń gbé inú ilé amọ̀, ẹni tí ìpìlẹ̀ wọ́n jásí erùpẹ̀ tí yóò di rírun kòkòrò.
20 From morning to evening are they smitten: without any heeding it, they perish for ever.
A pa wọ́n run láàrín òwúrọ̀ àti àṣálẹ́ wọ́n sì parun títí láé, láìrí ẹni kà á sí.
21 Is not their tent-cord torn away in them? they die, and without wisdom.
A kò ha ké okùn iye wọ́n kúrò bí? Wọ́n kú, àní láìlọ́gbọ́n?’
