Job 17
1 My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
“Ẹ̀mí mi bàjẹ́, ọjọ́ mi ni a ti gé kúrú, isà òkú dúró dè mí.
2 Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
Nítòótọ́ àwọn ẹlẹ́yà wà lọ́dọ̀ mi, ojú mi sì tẹ̀mọ́ ìmúnibínú wọn.
3 God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
“Fi fún mi Olúwa, ìlérí tí ìwọ fẹ́; ta ni yóò le ṣe ààbò fún mi?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
Nítorí pé ìwọ ti sé wọ́n láyà kúrò nínú òye; nítorí náà ìwọ kì yóò gbé wọn lékè.
5 They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
Ẹni tí ó sọ ọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀tàn dídún fún àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ rẹ̀ fún èrè, òun ni ojú àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ yóò mú òfo.
6 He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
“Ọlọ́run ti sọ mi di ẹni òwe fún àwọn ènìyàn; níwájú wọn ni mo dàbí ẹni ìtutọ́ sí ní ojú.
7 My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
Ojú mí ṣú bàìbàì nítorí ìbìnújẹ́, gbogbo ẹ̀yà ara mi sì dàbí òjìji.
8 People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
Àwọn olódodo yóò yanu sí èyí, ẹni aláìṣẹ̀ sì bínú sí àwọn àgàbàgebè.
9 Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
Olódodo pẹ̀lú yóò di ọ̀nà rẹ̀ mú, àti ọlọ́wọ́ mímọ́ yóò máa lera síwájú.
10 Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
“Ṣùgbọ́n bí ó ṣe ti gbogbo yín, ẹ yípadà, kí ẹ si tún padà nísinsin yìí; èmi kò le rí ọlọ́gbọ́n kan nínú yín.
11 My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
Ọjọ́ tí èmi ti kọjá, ìrò mi ti fà yá, àní ìrò ọkàn mi.
12 They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
Àwọn ènìyàn wọ̀nyí ń ṣọ́ òru di ọ̀sán; wọ́n ní, ìmọ́lẹ̀ súnmọ́ ibi tí òkùnkùn dé.
Bí mo tilẹ̀ ní ìrètí, ipò òku ní ilé mi; mo ti tẹ́ ibùsùn mi sínú òkùnkùn. (Sheol h7585)
14 Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
Èmi ti wí fún ìdíbàjẹ́ pé, ìwọ ni baba mi, àti fún kòkòrò pé, ìwọ ni ìyá mi àti arábìnrin mi,
15 So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
ìrètí mi ha dà nísinsin yìí? Bí ó ṣe ti ìrètí mi ni, ta ni yóò rí i?
