Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
“A sịkwarị na a pụrụ ịtụ ihe mgbu m ya na nhụju anya m niile nʼelu nʼihe ọtụtụ!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
Ọ ghaghị ịdị arọ karịa aja dị nʼọnụ mmiri ọtụtụ osimiri, nke mere okwu m ji ada ike ike.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Àkụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile gbara dị nʼime m; mmụọ m na-aṅụkwa nsi dị na ha; ihe egwu Chineke edoola onwe ha nʼusoro imegide m.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe o nwere ahịhịa ọ na-ata, ka oke ehi ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe ihe oriri ya dị?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
A na-eri nri na-adịghị ụtọ ma e etinyeghị ya nnu, ka o nwere ụtọ dị na eso ọkwụrụ?
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
A jụrụ m ịmetụ ya aka, nʼihi na nri dị otu a na-eme ka m daa ọrịa.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
“O, asị nnọọ na a ga-emere m ihe m na-arịọ, na Chineke ga-enye m ihe m na-atụ anya ya.
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
Ọbụladị ka Chineke kwe igwepịa m ka ọ tọpụ aka ya, bipụ ndụ m.
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Mgbe ahụ, aga m enwe nkasiobi a, wụlikwaa elu nʼime ihe mgbu na-adịgide, na o nwebeghị oge ọbụla m gọnarịrị okwu nke Onye ahụ dị nsọ.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
“Ike gịnị ka m nwere, na m ga-anọgide na-enwe olileanya ndụ? Ọganihu gịnị dị, na m na-anọgide na-enwe ndidi?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike nkume? Ka anụ ahụ m ọ bụ bronz?
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike inyere onwe m aka, ugbu a, e siterela nʼebe m nọ wezuga nzube?
14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
“Onye ọbụla nʼejichi ebere site nʼebe enyi ya nọ na-agbakụta egwu Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile azụ.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
Ma ụmụnna m bụ ndị a na-ekwesighị ịdabere na ha, dịka iyi mmiri na-akọ, dịka iyi nke na-etofe ọnụ ya,
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
nke na-eji ojii nʼihi mkpụrụ mmiri oyi, nke unyi jupụtara nʼihi mgbaze nke mkpụrụ mmiri oyi.
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Nke na-akwụsị ịsọpụta nʼoge ọkọchị, nke na-ata ata nʼihi okpomọkụ.
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
Ndị ije na-atụgharị site nʼokporoụzọ ije ha. Ha na-arịgo nʼala akọrọ si otu a laa nʼiyi.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
Ndị ije si Tema na-ele anya mmiri, otu a kwa ndị ahịa Sheba na-ele anya nʼolileanya.
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
Obi mgbu na-ejide ha nʼihi na ha nwere ntụkwasị obi, ha bịarutere ebe ahụ, bụrụ ndị emenyere ihere.
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
Ma ugbu a, unu egosila na unu abaghị uru, unu ahụla ihe na-eyi egwu ma ụjọ ejidela unu.
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
O nweela mgbe m sịrị unu, ‘Nyenụ ihe ọbụla nʼọnọdụ m, sitenụ nʼakụnụba unu kwụọ ụgwọ ịgbapụta m,
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
gbapụtanụ m nʼaka ndị iro, maọbụ napụtanụ m nʼaka ndị na-enweghị obi ebere’?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
“Zienụ m ihe ga-eme ka m mechie ọnụ, gosi m ebe m si mejọọ.
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
Eziokwu na-egbu mgbu nʼobi! Ma gịnị ka ịrụ ụka unu na-ewepụta?
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
Ị chọrọ idozi okwu ọnụ m? Si otu a mee ka okwu onye ike gwụrụ ghọọ ikuku efu?
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
Unu nwere ike ife nza nʼisi onye na-enweghị nna, ma refukwaa enyi unu.
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
“Lezie m anya nke ọma, ọ dị unu ka m nwere ike ilegide unu anya gwa unu okwu ụgha?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Kwụsịnụ ihe unu na-eme. Unu abụla ndị na-eme ihe na-ezighị ezi, tuleenụ ihe unu na-eme, nʼihi na ezi omume m ka guzosiri ike.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
Ọ dị ihe ọjọọ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m abụọ pụta? Ọ bụ na ọnụ m apụghị ịchọpụta nzube iro?
