Job 9
1 Job replied,
Job zara sị:
2 “Yes, I know all that! But how can anyone be right before God?
“Nʼezie, amaara m na ihe ndị a bụ eziokwu. Ma mmadụ dị ndụ ọ ga-esi aṅaa gosi na ya bụ onye aka ya dị ọcha nʼihu Chineke?
3 If you wanted to argue with God, God could ask a thousand questions that no-one could answer.
Ọ bụrụ na Chineke ekpebie ịjụ mmadụ ajụjụ, ebee ka mmadụ ahụ nọ nke nwere ike ịza ọ bụladị otu nʼime ajụjụ dị iche iche Chineke ga-ajụ ya?
4 God is so wise and so powerful that no-one could challenge him and win.
Amamihe ya dị ukwuu, ike ya sara mbara, onye guzogidere ya ma hapụ imerụ ahụ?
5 God moves the mountains suddenly; he overturns them in his anger.
Ọ na-enugharị ugwu ukwu ma ha adịghị ama nke a, na-akwatụ ha nʼiwe ya.
6 He shakes the earth, making its foundations quake.
Ọ na-enugharịkwa ụwa site na ntọala ya, mee ka ogidi ya maa jijiji.
7 He is the one who can command the sun not to rise and the stars not to shine.
Ọ na-agwa anyanwụ okwu mee ka ọ kwụsị ịcha; ọ na-emenyụ ìhè kpakpando na-enye.
8 He alone is the one who stretches out the heavens and walks on the waves of the sea.
Naanị ya gbasara mbara eluigwe, ọ na-agakwa ije nʼelu ebili mmiri nke oke osimiri.
9 He made the constellations of the Bear, Orion, the Pleiades, and the stars of the southern sky.
Ọ bụ ya mere kpakpando Bịaa, na Orion na Pleiades, na kpakpando niile nke ndịda eluigwe.
10 He is the one who does incredible things that are beyond our understanding, marvelous things that are uncountable.
Ọ na-arụ ọtụtụ ọrụ ebube nke mmadụ na-enweghị ike ịghọta, ihe ịrịbama nke ọnụ na-enweghị ike ịgụta.
11 But when he passes by me, I don't see him; when he moves on, he is invisible to me.
Mgbe ọ na-esi nʼakụkụ m agafe, enweghị m ike ịhụ ya, mgbe ọ na-agabiga, adịghị m amata na ọ bụ ya.
12 If he takes away, who can prevent him? Who is going to ask him, ‘What are you doing?’
Ọ bụrụ na ọ pụnara ihe, onye na-akwụsị ya? Onye kwa pụrụ ịjụ ya si, ‘Gịnị ka ị na-eme?’
13 God does not restrain his anger; he crushes Rahab's helpers underfoot.
Chineke adịghị eme ka iwe ya laghachi, ọbụladị ndị inyeaka Rehab, ruru ala nʼụkwụ ya.
14 So how much less could I answer God, or choose my words to argue with him!
“Onye kwanụ ka m bụ, m ga-eji nwee ike iguzo nʼihu ya ịjụ ya ajụjụ, maọbụ mụ na ya ịrụrịta ụka?
15 Even though I'm right, I can't answer him. I must plead for mercy from my judge.
Nʼagbanyeghị na aka m dị ọcha, apụghị m ịsa ya okwu; kama m ga-arịọ onye ikpe m ka o mere m ebere.
16 Even if I called him to come and he responded, I don't believe he would listen to me.
A sịkwarị na m kpọọ ya oku, ọ za m, ekwenyeghị m na ọ ga-ege m ntị.
17 He pounds me with the winds of a storm; he wounds me time and again, without giving a reason.
Ọ ga-eji oke ifufe tirie m, meekwa ka ihe mgbu m baa ụba na-enweghị ihe butere ya.
18 He doesn't give me a chance even to catch my breath; instead he fills my life with bitter suffering.
Ọ gaghị ekwe ka iku ume m lọghachi kama ọ ga-eji iru ụjụ kpuchie m.
19 If it's a question of strength, then God is the strongest. If it's a question of justice, then who will set a time for my case?
Ọ bụrụ ihe e ji ike eme, lee na ọ dị ike nke ukwuu! Ọzọ ọ bụrụ nʼikpe ziri ezi, onye pụrụ iguzogide ya.
20 Even though I am right, my own mouth would condemn me; even though I am innocent, he would prove me wrong.
A sịkwarị na aka m dị ọcha, ọnụ m ga-ama m ikpe; ọ bụrụ na abụ m onye na-enweghị ịta ụta, ọ ga-agụ m nʼonye ikpe mara.
21 I am innocent! I don't care what happens to me. I hate my life!
“Ọ bụ ezie na abụ m onye ikpe na-amaghị ejighị m onwe m kpọrọ ihe; nʼezie ana m eleda ndụ m anya.
22 That's why I say, ‘It makes no difference to God. He destroys both the innocent and the wicked.’
Otu ihe ahụ ka ọ bụ; nʼihi ya ka m ji asị, ‘Ọ na-ala ndị ezi omume na ndị ajọ omume nʼiyi.’
23 When disaster strikes suddenly he mocks the despair of the innocent.
Mgbe ịpịa ụtarị wetara ọnwụ mberede, ọ na-achị enweghị olileanya nke ndị na-enweghị ihe ha mere ọchị.
24 The earth has been handed over to the wicked; he blinds the eyes of the judges—if it's not him who does this, then who is it?
Mgbe ala dabara nʼaka ndị na-emebi iwu, ọ na-ekpuchi ndị ọkaikpe anya. Ọ bụrụ na ọ bụghị ya na-eme ya, onye kwanụ bụ onye ahụ na-eme ya?
25 The days of my life race by like a runner, rushing past without me seeing any happiness.
“Ụbọchị ndụ m dị gara gara karịa onye ọgba ọsọ; ha na-agafekwa na-ahụtụghị ọṅụ anya.
26 They pass by like fast sailing ships, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
Ha na-agafe dịka ụgbọ mmiri papịrọs, dịka mgbe ugo na-efeda ngwangwa ijide anụ ọ ga-eri.
27 If I said to myself, ‘I will forget my complaints; I will stop crying and be happy,’
Ọ bụrụ na m sị, ‘Aga m echefu mkpesa m, aga m agbanwe ihu m, nwee ihu ọchị.’
28 I would still be terrified at all my suffering because you, God, will not say I'm innocent.
Nsogbu m niile ka na-atụ m egwu nʼihi na amara m na ị gaghị ewere m dịka onye aka ya dị ọcha.
29 Since I'm condemned, what's the point in arguing?
Ebe m bụrịị onye ikpe mara, nʼihi gịnị ka m ji na-adọgbu onwe m nʼefu?
30 Even if I wash myself with pure mountain water and clean my hands with soap,
A sịkwarị na m jiri ncha saa ahụ m werekwa soda saa aka m abụọ,
31 you would toss me into a slime pit so that even my own clothes would hate me!
ị ga-enuba m nʼolulu apịtị nke pụrụ ime ka uwe m yi nʼahụ m kpọọ m asị.
32 For God is not a mortal being like me, I can't defend myself or take him to court.
“Ọ bụghị mmadụ efu dịka m nke m ga-aza ya, ka anyị abụọ kpọrịtaa onwe anyị ikpe nʼụlọikpe.
33 If only there was an arbitrator who could bring us both together!
A sịkwarị na e nwere onye odozi okwu nʼetiti mụ na gị, onye ga-ebikwasị anyị abụọ aka ya,
34 I wish God would stop beating me with his rod and terrifying me!
onye ga-ewepụ mkpara Chineke site nʼebe m nọ, ka oke egwu ya gharakwa ịtụ m ọzọ.
35 Then I could speak up without being afraid—but since I am, I can't!”
Mgbe ahụ ka m ga-ekwu okwu na-atụghị ya egwu; ma ka ọ dị ugbu a ọ dịghị ihe m nwere ike ime.
