Job 30
1 But now the youngest have laughed me to scorn, now they reprove me in [their] turn, whose fathers I set at nothing; whom I did not deem worthy [to be with] my shepherd dogs.
“Ma ugbu a, ha na-akwa m emo bụ ndị bụ ụmụntakịrị nʼebe m nọ, bụ ndị nna ha na-etorughị ndị m na-ezipụ ka ha na nkịta na-eso atụrụ m nọkọta.
2 Yes, why had I the strength of their hands? for them the full term [of life] was lost.
Uru gịnị ka ike aka ha ga-abara m, ebe ọ bụ na ha adịghịkwa ike?
3 [One is] childless in lack and famine, [such as] they that fled but lately the distress and misery of drought.
Ha bụ ndị ike gwụrụ site nʼụkọ na agụụ, ha na-agagharị nʼala kpọrọ nkụ na-awagharịkwa nʼime ọzara nʼabalị.
4 Who compass the salt places on the sounding [shore], who had salt [herbs] for their food, and were dishonorable and of no repute, in lack of every good thing; who also ate roots of trees by reason of great hunger.
Nʼala ọhịa ka ha na-atụrị ahịhịa nnu, mgbọrọgwụ osisi brum bụkwa nri ha.
5 Thieves have risen up against me,
A chụpụrụ ha site nʼetiti ndị mmadụ ibe ha, a na-etiso ha mkpu dịka ha bụ ndị ohi.
6 whose houses were the caves of the rocks, who lived under the wild shrubs.
A chụpụrụ ha ka ha gaa biri nʼala iyi mmiri na-adịghị. Ha bi nʼetiti ọgba nkume na ọnụ a tụrụ nʼime ala.
7 They will cry out among the rustling [bushes].
Ha na-eme ụzụ nʼọhịa dịka ụmụ anụmanụ, na-ejikọta onwe ha nʼahịhịa toro nʼokpuru osisi.
8 [They are] sons of fools and vile men, [whose] name and glory [are] quenched from off the earth.
Ha bụ ndị e ledara anya, ndị na-enweghị aha, e sitere nʼala ahụ chụpụ ha.
9 But now I am their music, and they have me for a byword.
“Ma ugbu a, abụrụla m ihe ụmụ okorobịa ji abụ abụ ịkwa emo; abụrụkwala m okwu ha ji anọpụrụ ụbọchị.
10 And they stood aloof and abhorred me, and spared not to spit in my face.
Abụ m ihe ịsọ oyi nye ha, ha adịghị abịakwa m nso; ha anaghị egbu oge igbu m asọ mmiri nʼihu.
11 For he has opened his quiver and afflicted me: they also have cast off the restraint of my presence.
Ma ugbu a, ebe ọ bụ na Chineke atọpụla eriri ụta m ma kpagbuo m, o nwekwaghị ihe ha na-adịghị eme nʼihu m.
12 They have risen up against [me] on the right hand of [their] offspring; they have stretched out their foot, and directed against me the ways of their destruction.
Nʼaka nri m mba ndị a na-ebuso m agha. Ha na-esiri ụkwụ m ọnya, ha na-ewuli mgbidi ha nọchibido m.
13 My paths are ruined; for they have stripped off my raiment: he has shot at me with his weapons.
Ha na-etiwasị ụzọ m, ha kwadoro mmekpa ahụ m. ‘O nweghị onye ga-enyere ya aka,’ ka ha na-ekwu.
14 And he has pleaded against me as he will: I am overwhelmed with pains.
Ha na-abịakwasị m dịka ndị sitere ebe e tipuru mgbidi; nʼetiti mbibi ya ha na-enu onwe ha enute nʼebe m nọ.
15 My pains return upon [me]; my hope is gone like the wind, and my safety as a cloud.
Oke egwu abịakwasịla m; ugwu m adịla ka ihe ifufe buuru, nchekwa m agabigala dịka igwe ojii.
16 Even now my life shall be poured forth upon me; and days of anguish seize me.
“Ugbu a, ndụ m ji nwayọọ nwayọọ na-agabiga; ụbọchị ahụhụ ejidela m.
17 And by night my bones are confounded; and my sinews are relaxed.
Abalị na-esewasị ọkpụkpụ m, ihe mgbu m nke na-ata ata enweghị ezumike.
18 With great force [my disease] has taken hold of my garment: it has compassed me as the collar of my coat.
Nʼoke ike ya, Chineke na-adịrị m ka uwe; ọ na-ekechi m dịka olu uwe m.
19 And you have counted me as clay; my portion in dust and ashes.
Ọ na-atụba m nʼime apịtị, mee ka m ghọọ ntụ na aja.
20 And I have cried to you, but you hear me not: but they stood still, and observed me.
“Chineke m, anam etiku gị ma ị dịghị aza m; anam eguzo ọtọ, ma naanị anya ka i lere m.
21 They attacked me also without mercy: you have scourged me with a strong hand.
Ị na-emegide m na-enweghị obi ebere; i ji aka gị dị ike megide m.
22 And you have put me to grief, and have cast me away from safety.
Ị na-ejide m nʼike welie m elu chụba m nʼoke ifufe, ị na-eme ka m bụrụ onye na-akwụfegharị nʼoke ifufe nke mmiri.
23 For I know that death will destroy me: for the earth is the house [appointed] for every mortal.
Amara m na ị ga-eweda m ruo ọnwụ; ruo nʼebe e debeere mmadụ niile dị ndụ.
24 Oh then that I might lay hands upon myself, or at least ask another, and he should do this for me.
“Nʼezie, ọ dịghị onye na-emegide onye e tidara nʼala; mgbe ọ na-eti mkpu nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ya na-achọ enyemaka.
25 Yet I wept over every helpless man; I groaned when I saw a man in distress.
Ọ bụ na m akwaghị akwa nʼihi ndị nọ na nsogbu; ọ bụ na mmụọ m erughị ụjụ nʼihi ndị ogbenye?
26 But I, when I waited for good things, behold, days of evils came the more upon me.
Ma mgbe m lere anya ihe ọma, ihe ọjọọ bịara; mgbe m lere anya ìhè, mgbe ahụ ka ọchịchịrị bịara.
27 My belly boiled, and would not cease: the days of poverty prevented me.
Obi m anaghị ezu ike nʼime m; ụbọchị ahụhụ na-ezute m.
28 I went mourning without restraint: and I have stood and cried out in the assembly.
Ana m agagharị na-eji nji ma ọ bụghị nʼihi oke anwụ. Eguzola m ọtọ nʼọgbakọ ndị mmadụ tikuo ha ka ha nyere m aka.
29 I am become a brother of monsters, and a companion of ostriches.
Abụrụla m nwanne nkịta ọhịa; onye ya na ikwighịkwighị na-esogharị.
30 And my skin has been greatly blackened, and my bones are burned with heat.
Akpụkpọ ahụ m na-eji nji na-ekpe iwere; anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ dịka ihe a kwanyere ọkụ.
31 My harp also has been turned into mourning, and my song into my weeping.
Ụda ụbọ akwara m bụ ụda iru ụjụ; ụda ọja m bụkwa ụda iti mkpu akwa.
