Job 23
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 Now also my words are in bitterness, and the hand of my scourge is more grievous than my mourning.
“Ọ bụladị taa, mkpesa m dị ilu; aka ya dị arọ megide m nʼagbanyeghị ịsụ ude m.
3 Who will grant me that I might know and find him, and come even to his throne?
A sịkwa na m maara ebe m ga-achọta ya; a sịkwa na m nwere ike ijeru ebe obibi ya!
4 I would set judgment before him, and would fill my mouth with complaints.
Aga m edozi mkpesa m nʼusoro nʼihu ya were ịrụ ụka mejuo ọnụ m.
5 That I might know the words that he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
Aga m achọpụta ihe o ga-aza m ma tuleekwa ihe ọ ga-agwa m.
6 I would not that he should contend with me with much strength, nor overwhelm me with the weight of his greatness.
Ọ ga-eji ike dị egwu megide m? Mba, ọ gaghị ebo m ebubo.
7 Let him propose equity against me, and let my judgment come to victory.
Nʼebe ahụ, onye ziri ezi ga-eme mkpesa nʼihu ya. Nʼebe ahụ, a ga-anapụtakwa m site nʼaka onye ikpe m rụọ mgbe ebighị ebi.
8 But if I go to the east, he appeareth not; if to the west, I shall not understand him.
“Ma ọ bụrụ na m agaa nʼọwụwa anyanwụ ọ nọghị nʼebe ahụ; ọ bụrụ na m gaa nʼọdịda anyanwụ, agaghị m achọta ya.
9 If to the left hand, what shall I do? I shall not take hold on him: if I turn myself to the right hand, I shall not see him.
Mgbe ọ nọ nʼọrụ nʼugwu anaghị m ahụ ya, mgbe ọ lọghachiri na ndịda anaghị m ahụkwa ya.
10 But he knoweth my way, and has tried me as gold that passeth through the fire:
Ma ọ maara ụzọ m na-aga, mgbe ọ nwapụtasịrị m, aga m apụta dịka ọlaedo,
11 My foot hath followed his steps, I have kept his way, and have not declined from it.
ụkwụ m abụọ na-agbaso nzọ ụkwụ ya; ana m eso ụzọ ya na-atụgharịghị nʼaka nri maọbụ aka ekpe.
12 I have not departed from the commandments of his lips, and the words of his mouth I have hid in my bosom.
Esibeghị m nʼiwu nke si nʼọnụ ya pụta wezuga onwe m; a na m echekwa okwu ọnụ ya karịa nri nke m na-eri kwa ụbọchị.
13 For he is alone, and no man can turn away his thought: and whatsoever is soul hath desired, that hath he done.
“Ma o guzo naanị ya, onye pụrụ iguzogide ya? Ọ na-eme ihe ọbụla masịrị ya.
14 And when he shall have fulfilled his will in me, many other like things are also at hand with him.
Ọ na-emezu ụkpụrụ ya niile o zubere megide m, ọ ka nwekwara nzube ndị ọzọ yiri nke a o dobere imegide m.
15 And therefore I am troubled at his presence, and when I consider him I am made pensive with fear.
Nʼihi ya ka obi ji ama m jijiji nʼihu ya; mgbe m chetara banyere ihe ndị a niile, ana m atụ egwu ya.
16 God hath softened my heart, and the Almighty hath troubled me.
Chineke emeela ka obi m daa mba; Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile emeela ka m maa jijiji.
17 For I have not perished because of the darkness that hangs over me, neither hath the mist covered my face.
Ma ọchịchịrị emeghị ka m mechie ọnụ m, bụ oke ọchịchịrị nke kpuchiri ihu m.
