Job 16
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
“Anụla m ọtụtụ ihe dịka ndị a; ndị nkasiobi na-eweta ọnọdụ ọjọọ ka unu niile bụ.
3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?
Ogologo okwu efu ndị a niile unu na-ekwu, ọ naghị akwụsị? Gịnị bụ nsogbu unu nke mere unu ji aga nʼihu na-arụ ụka niile ndị a?
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul. I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
Mụ onwe m nwekwara ike ikwu okwu dịka unu, ma ọ bụrụ na unu nọ nʼọnọdụ m; enwere m ike kwuo okwu dị ụtọ na ntị megide unu, ma fufekwaa isi m megide unu.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
Ma ọnụ m ga-agba unu ume; nkasiobi si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m ga-emekwa ka ihe mgbu unu dajụọ.
6 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
“Ma ọ bụrụ na m ekwuo, adịghị egbochi ihe mgbu m, ọ bụrụ na m ahapụ ikwu okwu, ọdịghị esi nʼahụ m pụọ?
7 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
Nʼezie o Chineke, i meela ka ike gwụ m, i tidakwala ezinaụlọ m.
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.
I keela m agbụ; agbụ m abụrụla ihe akaebe megide m; ịta ahụ m ebiliela ịgba akaebe megide m.
9 He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.
Chineke na-eweso m iwe, jiri iwe ya na-adọwasị m, ọ na-atakwa ikikere eze ya megide m; onye iro m na-achịchapụrụ m anya ya.
10 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
Ụmụ mmadụ na-asaghe ọnụ ka ha chịa m ọchị, ha ji iti m aka nʼọnụ na-akwa m emo, jikọtakwa onwe ha megide m.
11 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
Chineke ewerela m nyefee nʼaka ndị ajọ omume, tụbakwa m nʼaka ndị na-emebi iwu.
12 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
Ihe na-agara m nke ọma, ma Chineke tipịara m. O jidere m nʼolu ma tiwasịa m. O meela m ihe ịgba ụta ya;
13 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.
ndị ọgba ụta ya agbaala m gburugburu. Ọ na-agbawa akụrụ m na-enweghị ọmịiko mee ka oluilu m wụsịa nʼala.
14 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
Mgbe niile, ọ na-emegide m; ọ na-achụso m dịka dike nʼagha.
15 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
“Adụkọtala m akwa mkpe were ya kpuchie anụ ahụ m, liekwa ikuanya m nʼime ntụ.
16 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
Ihu m na-acha ọbara ọbara site nʼakwa nke m na-akwa, onyinyo nke ọnwụ dịkwa gburugburu egbugbere anya m abụọ;
17 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
ma aka m emeghị ihe ike ọbụla, ọzọ ekpere m dịkwa ọcha.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
“Ala, biko, ezokwala ọbara m; mee ka akwa m ghara ịbụ ihe lara nʼiyi!
19 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
Ọ bụladị ugbu a, onye akaebe m nọ nʼeluigwe, onye nkwuchite ọnụ m nọ nʼebe dị elu.
20 My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
Onye na-arịọrọ m arịrịọ bụ enyi m, dịka m na-awụsara Chineke anya mmiri m.
21 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
Nʼọnọdụ mmadụ ka ọ na-arịọ Chineke dịka mmadụ na-arịọ nʼihi enyi ya.
22 For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.
“Naanị afọ ole na ole ga-agabiga tupu m ga nʼụzọ nke nlọghachi m na-adịghị.
