Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
Hiob ɖo eŋu nɛ be,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are all of you all.
“Mese nya siawo tɔgbi wòsɔ gbɔ, akɔfala gbɔlowo ko mi katã mienye!
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
Miaƒe nuƒo legbe, gɔdɔ̃gɔdɔ̃awo mawu nu akpɔ oa? Nu kae le mia vem be miegale nyahehe dzi kokoko?
4 I also could speak as all of you do: if your soul were in my soul's position, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
Nenye miawoe le tenyeƒe la, nye hã maƒo nu abe miawo ke ene, agblɔ nyatinyatiwo ɖe mia ŋu eye maʋuʋu ta ɖe mia ŋu.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should subside your grief.
Maƒo nu ade dzi ƒo na mi eye akɔfanya siwo ado tso nunye la ana miaƒe dzi adze eme.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not subsided: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
“Gake ne meƒo nu la, nye vevesesewo dzi maka ɖe kpɔtɔ o eye ne medzudzɔ hã la, veveseseawo medzona o.
7 But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
O Mawu, vavãe èna mevɔ le eme keŋkeŋ eye nètsrɔ̃ nye aƒekɔ la katã.
8 And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
Èna meɖi ku, vɔ keŋ eye wòzu ɖaseɖiɖi, nye kuɖiɖi tsi tsitre hezu ɖasefo ɖe ŋunye.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
Yehowa ƒom, hevuvum le eƒe dziku me eye wòɖu aɖukli ɖe ŋunye, nye ketɔ fɔ ŋku ɖaɖɛwo ɖe dzinye.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
Amewo ke woƒe nuwo baa hedo ɣli ɖe tanye. Woƒo tome nam fewuɖutɔe eye wowɔ ɖeka ɖe ŋunye.
11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
Mawu dem asi na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo eye wòkɔm ƒu gbe ɖe ŋutasẽlawo ƒe fego me.
12 I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
Nuwo nɔ edzi dzem nam nyuie gake ekakam. Elé kɔʋume nam hegbãm gudugudugudu. Etsɔm wɔ ade si minyam wòle,
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaves my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
eƒe aŋutrɔdalawo ɖe to ɖem. Eŋɔ nye ayikuwo nublanuimakpɔmakpɔtɔe eye wòna nye vevego gbã hekɔ ɖe anyigba.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach, he runs upon me like a giant.
Eva ƒo ɖe dzinye enuenu eye wòlũ ɖe dzinye abe kalẽtɔ ene.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
“Metɔ akpanya hetsyɔ na nye ŋutilã eye metsɔ nye mo de ke me.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Avifafa na nye mo biã dzẽe, vɔvɔli ƒo xlã nye ŋkuwo,
17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
evɔ nye asiwo mewɔ nu tovo aɖeke o eye nye gbedodoɖa hã dza hafi.
18 O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.
“O, anyigba, mègatsyɔ nye ʋu dzi o eye ɖoɖoe megazi le nye ɣlidodo nu o!
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
Azɔ gɔ̃ hã la, nye ɖasefo le dziƒo eye nye nyaxɔɖeakɔla le afi ma.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye pours out tears unto God.
Tanyeʋlila nye xɔ̃nye, esi nye ŋkuwo le aɖatsi ɖuɖum na Mawu.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbour!
Eɖea kuku na Mawu ɖe ame ta abe ale si ame ɖea kuku ɖe xɔlɔ̃a tae ene.
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
“Ƒe ʋɛ aɖewo koe ava yi hafi madze mɔ ayi demagbɔnugbe.
