Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
Na karaya, kwanakina sun kusa ƙarewa, kabari yana jirana.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Ba shakka masu yi mini ba’a suna kewaye da ni; idanuna suna ganin tsokanar da suke yi mini.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
“Ya Allah, ka ba ni abin da ka yi mini alkawari. Wane ne zai kāre ni?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
Ka rufe zuciyarsu yadda ba za su iya ganewa ba, saboda haka ba za ka bari su yi nasara ba.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
In mutum ya juya wa abokansa baya don a ba shi wata lada’ya’yansa za su makance.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
“Allah ya sa na zama abin da kowa yake magana a kai wanda kowa yake tofa wa miyau a fuska.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Idanuna ba sa gani sosai don baƙin ciki; jikina ya zama kamar inuwa kawai
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Mutanen da suke masu adalci wannan abu ya ba su tsoro; marasa laifi sun tayar wa marasa tsoron Allah.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Duk da haka, masu adalci za su ci gaba da tafiya a kan hanyarsu, waɗanda hannuwansu suke da tsabta kuma za su ƙara ƙarfi.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
“Amma ku zo dukanku, ku sāke gwadawa! Ba zan sami mutum ɗaya mai hikima ba a cikinku.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
Kwanakina sun wuce, shirye-shiryena sun ɓaci haka kuma abubuwan da zuciyata take so.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Mutanen nan sun juya rana ta zama dare. A tsakiyar duhu suka ce, ‘Haske yana kusa.’
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
In kabari ne begen da nake da shi kaɗai, in na shimfiɗa gadona a cikin duhu, (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
In na ce wa kabari, ‘Kai ne mahaifina,’ tsutsa kuma ke ce, ‘Mahaifiyata’ ko ‘’yar’uwata,’
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
To, ina begena yake? Wane ne zai iya ganin wani bege domina?
