Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and 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 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
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 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
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 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
“Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
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 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, 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 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
