Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
Ndị na-eme ihe ziri ezi na-akụja mgbe ha hụrụ nke a; ndị aka ha dị ọcha na-enwe mkpali megide ndị ajọ omume.
9 Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
Ma otu ọbụla ọ dị, ndị ezi omume ga-aga nʼihu nʼiso ụzọ ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-aga nʼihu nʼịdị ike.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
“Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
13 If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
Ọ bụrụ na ebe obibi m na-ele anya ya bụ ili, ọ bụrụ na m agbasaa ihe ndina m nʼelu ọchịchịrị, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
a sikwa na m asị ire ure, ‘Nna m ka ị bụ,’ maọbụ sị ikpuru ‘Nne m’ maọbụ ‘Nwanne m nwanyị,’
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
