Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
Na karaya, kwanakina sun kusa ƙarewa, kabari yana jirana.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Ba shakka masu yi mini ba’a suna kewaye da ni; idanuna suna ganin tsokanar da suke yi mini.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
“Ya Allah, ka ba ni abin da ka yi mini alkawari. Wane ne zai kāre ni?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Ka rufe zuciyarsu yadda ba za su iya ganewa ba, saboda haka ba za ka bari su yi nasara ba.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
In mutum ya juya wa abokansa baya don a ba shi wata lada’ya’yansa za su makance.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
“Allah ya sa na zama abin da kowa yake magana a kai wanda kowa yake tofa wa miyau a fuska.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Idanuna ba sa gani sosai don baƙin ciki; jikina ya zama kamar inuwa kawai
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Mutanen da suke masu adalci wannan abu ya ba su tsoro; marasa laifi sun tayar wa marasa tsoron Allah.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
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 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
“Amma ku zo dukanku, ku sāke gwadawa! Ba zan sami mutum ɗaya mai hikima ba a cikinku.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
Kwanakina sun wuce, shirye-shiryena sun ɓaci haka kuma abubuwan da zuciyata take so.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Mutanen nan sun juya rana ta zama dare. A tsakiyar duhu suka ce, ‘Haske yana kusa.’
In kabari ne begen da nake da shi kaɗai, in na shimfiɗa gadona a cikin duhu, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
In na ce wa kabari, ‘Kai ne mahaifina,’ tsutsa kuma ke ce, ‘Mahaifiyata’ ko ‘’yar’uwata,’
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
To, ina begena yake? Wane ne zai iya ganin wani bege domina?
