Job 27
1 Job began to speak again.
Ma Job gakwara nʼihu nʼokwu ya sị:
2 “I promise you—as God lives, who has denied me justice, the Almighty, who has made my life bitter,
“Nʼezie, dịka Chineke na-adị ndụ, onye jụrụ ikpere m ikpe ziri ezi, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, onye mere ka m hụ ihe ilu nke mkpụrụobi.
3 for as long as I have life, while the breath of God remains in my nostrils—
Ogologo mgbe m nwere ndụ nʼime m, mgbe iku ume Chineke dịkwa nʼimi m,
4 my lips will never speak lies, my tongue will never be dishonest.
egbugbere ọnụ m agaghị ekwu ihe ọjọọ, ire m agakwaghị ekwu okwu aghụghọ.
5 I will never agree that you are right; I will insist on my innocence until the day I die.
Agaghị m ekwenye na ihe unu kwuru ziri ezi; ruo mgbe m ga-anwụ, agaghị m agọnarị izuoke m.
6 I'm convinced I'm right and will never give up believing this; my conscience will not condemn me as long as I live.
Aga m ejigidesi ezi omume m aka ike, agaghị m ahapụ ya; o nwekwaghị mgbe obi m ga-ata m ụta ogologo ụbọchị niile nke ndụ m.
7 May my enemy become like the wicked; may those who oppose me become like those who do evil.
“Ka ndị iro m dịrị ka ndị ajọ omume, ka ndị na-ebili imegide m dịrị ka ndị na-emebi iwu.
8 For what hope do those who reject God have when he cuts them down, when God brings their lives to an end?
Nʼihi nke a, gịnị bụ olileanya onye na-amaghị Chineke nwere mgbe e bipụrụ ya, mgbe Chineke wepụrụ ndụ ya?
9 When times of trouble come to them, will God hear their cry for help?
Chineke ọ na-anụ ịkwa akwa ya mgbe nsogbu dakwasịrị ya?
10 Do they have a good relationship with the Almighty? Can they call on God at any time?
Ọ ga-achọta ihe ụtọ nʼime Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile? Ọ ga-akpọku Chineke mgbe niile?
11 Let me explain God's power to you. I will not keep anything back that the Almighty has planned.
“Aga m akụziri unu maka ike nke Chineke; agaghị m ezo ihe banyere ụzọ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
12 If all of you have recognized this, why do you talk such vain nonsense?
Unu onwe unu ahụla ihe ndị a, gịnị mere unu ji ekwu okwu ndị a na-enweghị isi?
13 This is what God provides as the destiny for the wicked, this is the inheritance that the ruthless will receive from the Almighty—
“Nke a bụ oke Chineke na-ekenye ndị ajọ omume, nke a bụkwa ihe nketa nke onye ahụ na-adịghị eme ebere na-anata site nʼaka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
14 even if they have many children, they will experience violent deaths or die of starvation.
Nʼagbanyeghị ọnụọgụgụ ụmụ ya, oke ha bụ mma agha; ụmụ ya agaghị enwe ihe oriri ga-ezuru ha.
15 Those who survive will die from disease, and even their widows will not mourn for them.
Ọrịa na-efe efe ga-egbu ndị ya fọrọ ndụ; ọzọ, ụmụ nwanyị ha hapụrụ nwụọ agaghị akwa akwa nʼihi ha.
16 Even though they pile up silver like dust, and clothes like heaps of clay,
Ọ bụrụ na ọ kpakọta ọlaọcha dịka uzuzu, ma tụkọtakwa uwe dịka aja ụrọ,
17 those who do good will wear the clothes and the innocent will divide the silver among them.
ihe ndị ọ kpakọtara bụ onye ezi omume ga-eyi ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-ekekwa ọlaọcha ya.
18 They build their houses like a moth; like some flimsy shelter made by a watchman.
Ụlọ o wuru dị ka ụlọ nla, dịkwa ka ụlọ ntu nke onye nche wuru.
19 They go to bed rich, but never again! For when they wake up, it's all gone.
Ọ na-edina ala dịka ọgaranya ma ọ gaghị edinakwa dịka ọgaranya ọzọ; mgbe ọ saghere anya ya abụọ, ihe niile efuola.
20 Waves of panic flood over them; in the night a whirlwind snatches them away.
Oke egwu na-adakwasị ya dịka idee mmiri; oke ebili mmiri na-ebufu ya nʼabalị.
21 The east wind picks them up and they're gone, carried away from where they were.
Ifufe si nʼọwụwa anyanwụ na-ebufu ya, agaghị ahụkwa ya anya ọzọ; ọ na-azachapụ ya site nʼọnọdụ ya.
22 The wind blows at them with full force; they try desperately to escape.
Ọ na-atụfu ya na-enweghị ebere mgbe ọ na-eme ngwangwa ịgbapụ site nʼike ya.
23 People clap their hands at them and hiss at them wherever they are.
Ọ na-akụkọta aka ya nʼịkwa emo, were ịma ọsụ wezuga ya nʼọnọdụ ya.”
