Job 6
1 Then answered Job, and said,
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 Oh that my vexation could be truly weighed, and my calamity; oh that men might lift it up in the balances at once!
“A sịkwarị na a pụrụ ịtụ ihe mgbu m ya na nhụju anya m niile nʼelu nʼihe ọtụtụ!
3 For now it is already heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore are my words confused.
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 it: the terrors of God 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 over the 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 Is ever tasteless food eaten without salt? or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?
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 unto me like disgusting food.
A jụrụ m ịmetụ ya aka, nʼihi na nri dị otu a na-eme ka m daa ọrịa.
8 Oh that some one would grant the accomplishment of my request; and that God would grant me the fulfillment of my hope!
“O, asị nnọọ na a ga-emere m ihe m na-arịọ, na Chineke ga-enye m ihe m na-atụ anya ya.
9 Yea, that it would please God that he might crush me: that he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
Ọbụladị ka Chineke kwe igwepịa m ka ọ tọpụ aka ya, bipụ ndụ m.
10 Then would this be still my comfort; yea, I would rejoice in my pain while be would not spare: that I have not gainsaid the commands 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 my end, that I should yet longer retain my patience?
“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 the strength of stones my strength? or is my flesh brazen?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike nkume? Ka anụ ahụ m ọ bụ bronz?
13 Truly, am I not without my help in me? and is not wise counsel driven far away from me?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike inyere onwe m aka, ugbu a, e siterela nʼebe m nọ wezuga nzube?
14 As though I were one who refuseth kindness to his friend, and 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 brothers are treacherous as a brook, like flowing brooks they pass along;
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 made turbid by reason of the ice, wherein the snow hideth itself;
nke na-eji ojii nʼihi mkpụrụ mmiri oyi, nke unyi jupụtara nʼihi mgbaze nke mkpụrụ mmiri oyi.
17 At the time when they feel the warmth, they vanish; when it is hot, they are quenched out of their place.
Nke na-akwụsị ịsọpụta nʼoge ọkọchị, nke na-ata ata nʼihi okpomọkụ.
18 The paths of their course wind themselves along; they go in the wilderness 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 Thema look hither, the travelling companies Sheba hope for them;
Ndị ije si Tema na-ele anya mmiri, otu a kwa ndị ahịa Sheba na-ele anya nʼolileanya.
20 But they stand ashamed because they had trusted; they come thither and are made to blush.
Obi mgbu na-ejide ha nʼihi na ha nwere ntụkwasị obi, ha bịarutere ebe ahụ, bụrụ ndị emenyere ihere.
21 For truly now ye are like such a one: ye see my terrible state and are afraid.
Ma ugbu a, unu egosila na unu abaghị uru, unu ahụla ihe na-eyi egwu ma ụjọ ejidela unu.
22 Have I then ever said, Give me something, and out of your property offer a bribe in my behalf?
O nweela mgbe m sịrị unu, ‘Nyenụ ihe ọbụla nʼọnọdụ m, sitenụ nʼakụnụba unu kwụọ ụgwọ ịgbapụta m,
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? and redeem from the hand of tyrants?
gbapụtanụ m nʼaka ndị iro, maọbụ napụtanụ m nʼaka ndị na-enweghị obi ebere’?
24 Teach me, and I will indeed remain silent; and wherein I erred give me to understand.
“Zienụ m ihe ga-eme ka m mechie ọnụ, gosi m ebe m si mejọọ.
25 How pleasant are straightforward words! but what doth arguing prove?
Eziokwu na-egbu mgbu nʼobi! Ma gịnị ka ịrụ ụka unu na-ewepụta?
26 Do ye think to reprove words, and [to regard] as wind the speeches of one that is despairing?
Ị chọrọ idozi okwu ọnụ m? Si otu a mee ka okwu onye ike gwụrụ ghọọ ikuku efu?
27 Yea, ye would cast any thing upon the fatherless, and ye would dig a pit against your friend.
Unu nwere ike ife nza nʼisi onye na-enweghị nna, ma refukwaa enyi unu.
28 But now, if it please you, turn yourselves toward me, and [say] whether I would lie before your face.
“Lezie m anya nke ọma, ọ dị unu ka m nwere ike ilegide unu anya gwa unu okwu ụgha?
29 Reflect again, I pray you, there will be no wrong: yea, reflect once more, my righteousness [will be found] therein.
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 any wrong on my tongue? or should my palate not understand [if I spoke] what is iniquitous?
Ọ dị ihe ọjọọ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m abụọ pụta? Ọ bụ na ọnụ m apụghị ịchọpụta nzube iro?
