Job 19
1 Then Job answered and said,
Hiob ɖo eŋu be,
2 How long will all of you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
“Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miawɔ funyafunyam eye miatsɔ miaƒe nyawo agbãm?
3 These ten times have all of you reproached me: all of you are not ashamed that all of you make yourselves strange to me.
Zi ewo sɔŋue nye esi miedo vlom eye mieti kpo dze dzinye ŋumakpemakpetɔe.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remains with myself.
Nenye nyateƒee be metra mɔ la, vodada sia nye nye ɖeka ko ƒe nya.
5 If indeed all of you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Nenye vavãe miebe yewoakɔ mia ɖokuiwo ɖe dzi agbɔ tanye, ahazã vlo si wodom la aɖia nunyee la,
6 Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
ekema minyae be Mawu dze agɔ le dzinye eye wòtsɔ eƒe ɖɔ ƒo xlãm.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
“Togbɔ be mefa avi sesĩe be, ‘Wodze agɔ le dzinye!’ hã la, ame aɖeke metɔ nam o eye togbɔ be medo ɣli be woaxɔ nam hã la, wometso nam o.
8 He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
Exe nye mɔ be nyemate ŋu ato edzi ayi o, etsɔ viviti tsyɔ nye toƒewo.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
Eklo bubu le ŋunye eye wòɖe fiakuku le tanye.
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope has he removed like a tree.
Evuvum kɔ ɖi le akpa sia akpa va se ɖe esime medzo, ale wòho nye mɔkpɔkpɔ abe ati ene.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me unto him as one of his enemies.
Eƒe dziku bi ɖe ŋunye eye wòbum ɖe eƒe ketɔwo dome.
12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and camp round about my tabernacle.
Eƒe aʋakɔwo lũ ɖe eme kple ŋusẽ, woƒu kpo ɖe ŋunye eye woƒu asaɖa anyi ɖe nye agbadɔ ŋu godoo va kpe.
13 He has put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily cut off from me.
“Eɖe nɔvinye ŋutsuwo ɖa le ŋunye eye wòklã nye kple xɔ̃nyewo dome keŋkeŋkeŋ.
14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Nye ƒometɔwo dzo le gbɔnye eye nye ame nyanyɛwo ŋlɔm be.
15 They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an foreigner in their sight.
Ame siwo va dze gbɔnye kple nye nyɔnudɔlawo bum amedzroe eye mezu du bubu me tɔ le wo ŋkume.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I implored him with my mouth.
Meyɔ nye dɔla gake metɔ o togbɔ be metsɔ nye nu ɖe kuku nɛ hafi.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I implored for the children's sake of mine own body.
Nye nu me le ʋeʋẽm ɖe nye ŋutɔ srɔ̃nye eye mele ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ nɔvinye ŋutsuwo.
18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
Ŋutsuvi suewo gɔ̃ hã koam eye ne meva do la, woɖua fewu le ŋunye.
19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Mele ŋu nyɔm na xɔ̃nye veviwo katã eye ame siwo melɔ̃ la, tso ɖe ŋutinye.
20 My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Mezu ŋutilã kple ƒu ɖeɖe, eye meɖo kudo nu.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O all of you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
“Mikpɔ nye nublanui, xɔ̃nyewo, mikpɔ nublanui nam elabena Mawu ƒe asi ƒom.
22 Why do all of you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Nu ka ta mieti yonyeme abe ale si Mawu ti yonyemee ene? Nye ŋutilã si mieɖu la mesɔ gbɔ na mi oa?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
“O nenye ɖe woaŋlɔ nye nyawo ɖi, nenye ɖe woaŋlɔe ɖe agbalẽ me eye
24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
nenye ɖe woatsɔ gayibɔnuŋlɔnu aɖee ɖe akɔblikpe dzi alo woaɖee ɖe agakpe dzi tegbee hã la, anyo ŋutɔ.
25 For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
Menya be nye Xɔnametɔ le agbe, eye mlɔeba la, atsi tsitre ɖe anyigba dzi.
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
Eye ne nye ŋutigbalẽ vuvu keŋkeŋkeŋ hã la, makpɔ Mawu le nye ŋutilã me,
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
Nye ŋutɔ makpɔe, makpɔe kple nye ŋkuwo, menye ame bubu aɖeke tɔ o. Aleke nye dzi mehetsi dzi ɖe eŋui o!
28 But all of you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
“Ne miegblɔ be, ‘Aleke míadi vɔ̃ nɛ? Eya ŋutɔ gbɔ kuxiawo tso’ la,
29 Be all of you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that all of you may know there is a judgment.
ekema yi nedo vɔvɔ̃ na miawo ŋutɔ elabena dziku atsɔ yi ahe toe eye mianya be ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃ li.”
