Job 14
1 Life is short and full of trouble,
“Mmadụ nke nwanyị mụrụ nwere ụbọchị ole na ole nke jupụtara na nsogbu.
2 like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
Ọ na-awalite dịka okoko osisi, ma kpọnwụọkwa mgbe na-adịghị anya, dịka onyinyo, ọ na-agabiga agabiga.
3 Do you even notice me, God, and why do you have to drag me to court?
Ị na-elegide onye dị otu a anya? Ị ga-akpọ ya ikpe nʼihu gị?
4 Who can bring something clean of what is unclean? No one.
Onye pụrụ iwepụta ihe dị ọcha site nʼihe na-adịghị ọcha? Ọ dịghị onye ọ bụ.
5 You have determined how long we shall live—the number of months, a time limit on our lives.
Ị kpebiela ụbọchị ndụ nke mmadụ; ị kabiela ọnụọgụgụ nke ọnwa ya niile, kpaakwa oke ebe ọ na-agaghị agabiga.
6 So leave us alone and give us some peace—so like a laborer we could enjoy a few hours of rest at the end of the day.
Nʼihi nke a, wepụ anya gị nʼebe ọ nọ, hapụ ya ka ọ nọọrọ onwe ya ruo mgbe ụbọchị ya ga-ezu dịka onye e goro ọrụ.
7 Even a tree that's cut down has the hope of sprouting again, of sending up shoots and continuing to live.
“Ma olileanya dịịrị osisi; nʼihi na ọ bụrụ na e gbutuo ya, ọ ga-epuchikwa, alaka ọhụrụ ya aghaghị ịwapụtakwa.
8 Even though its roots grow old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
A sịkwarị na mgbọrọgwụ ya emeela ochie nʼala, maọbụ na ogwe ya anwụọ nʼaja,
9 just a trickle of water will make it bud and grow branches like a young plant.
mgbe ọbụla mmiri zokwasịrị ya, ọ na-epupụta dịka ihe a kụrụ akụ.
10 But human beings die, their strength dwindles away; they perish, and where are they then?
Ma mmadụ na-anwụ, e lie ya; ọ na-ekubikwa ume si otu a gabiga.
11 Like water evaporating from a lake and a river that dries up and disappears,
Dịka mmiri dị nʼoke osimiri si ata, maọbụ ka mmiri dị nʼiyi si ata nʼoge ọkọchị,
12 so human beings lie down and don't get up again. Until the heavens cease to exist they will not awake from their sleep.
otu a ka mmadụ si e dinaa ma ọ dịghị etetakwa ọzọ; tutu ruo mgbe eluigwe na-agaghị adịkwa; mmadụ ọbụla apụghị i si nʼụra kpọtee ya, agaghị akpọtekwa ha site nʼụra ha.
13 I wish you would hide me in Sheol; conceal me there until your anger is gone. Set a definite time for me there, and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“A sị na ị ga-ezo m nʼala mmụọ, na ị ga-ezobe m tutu ruo mgbe iwe gị gabigara. A sị na ị ga-akanyere m oge ma mesịa cheta m. (Sheol h7585)
14 Will the dead live again? Then I would have hope through all my time of trouble until my release comes.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ anwụọ, ọ ga-adị ndụ ọzọ? Ụbọchị niile nke ọrụ ahụhụ m, aga m echere mgbe nnapụta m ga-abịa.
15 You would call and I would answer you; you would long for me, the being that you made.
Ị ga-akpọ, aga m azakwa gị, agụụ ọrụ aka gị ga-agụ gị.
16 Then you would look after me and wouldn't be watching me to see if I sinned.
Nʼihi mgbe ahụ ị ga-agụ nzọ ụkwụ m niile ọnụ, ma ị gaghị agụkọ mmehie m.
17 My sins would be sealed up in a bag and you would cover my guilt.
A ga-ekechi njehie m nʼakpa, ị ga-ekpuchi mmehie m.
18 But just as the mountains crumble and fall, and the rocks tumble down;
“Ma dịka ugwu si erichasi daa, na dịka a na-enupu oke nkume nʼọnọdụ ya,
19 as water wears away the stones, as floods wash away the soil, so you destroy the hope people have.
dịka mmiri si akwọchasị nkume, na dịka oke mmiri ozuzo si akwazekwa aja ala, otu a ka i si eme ka olileanya mmadụ laa nʼiyi.
20 You continually overpower them and they pass away; you distort their faces in death and send them away.
Ị na-egosi ya na ị karịrị ya ike, ma ha na-agabiga; ị na-eme ka ihu ya gbanwee, ma zilaga ya.
21 Their children may become important or fall from their positions, but they don't know or see any of this.
Ọ bụrụ na a na-asọpụrụ ụmụ ha, ha adịghị amata nke a; ọ bụrụkwa na a na-eweda ha nʼala, ha ọ dịghị ahụ ya.
22 As people die they only know their own pain and are sad for themselves.”
Ihe mgbu nke anụ ahụ ya ka ọ na-ama ma na-erukwara naanị onwe ya ụjụ.”
