Job 20
1 And Zophar the Naamathite answers and says:
Mgbe ahụ, Zofa onye Neama zara sị:
2 “Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
“Enweghị udo nke echiche m na-akpali m izaghachi nʼihi na anọ m na mwute dị ukwuu.
3 I hear the discipline of my shame, And the spirit of my understanding causes me to answer:
Anụla m okwu mkparị nke ileda anya nye m, ma nghọta m na-akpalịte m ịzaghachi gị.
4 Have you known this from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
“Nʼezie, ị maara otu ọ dị site na mgbe ochie, ya bụ kemgbe e debere mmadụ nʼụwa.
5 That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
Obi ụtọ nke onye na-emebi iwu na-adị nwa mgbe nta, ọṅụ nke ndị na-amaghị Chineke na-anọ naanị nwa oge.
6 Though his excellence goes up to the heavens, He strikes his head against a cloud—
Nʼagbanyeghị na ịnya isi ya ga-eru eluigwe, na isi ya ga-emetụkwa igwe ojii;
7 He perishes as his own dung forever, His beholders say, Where [is] he?
ọ ga-ala nʼiyi ebighị ebi, dịka nsị ya onwe ya nyụrụ; ndị maara ya ga-ajụ, ‘Olee ebe ọ nọ?’
8 He flees as a dream, and they do not find him, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
Ọ ga-efelaga dịka nrọ, agaghị achọtakwa ya mgbe ọbụla, dịka ọhụ abalị nke e chefuru echefu.
9 The eye has not seen him, and does not add. And his place does not behold him again.
Anya hụrụ ya na mbụ agaghị ahụkwa ya ọzọ, ebe obibi ya agaghị elegidekwa ya anya ọzọ.
10 His sons oppress the poor, And his hands give back his wealth.
Ụmụ ya ga-achọ ihuọma site nʼaka ndị ogbenye; aka ya abụọ kwa ga-enyeghachi akụ ya.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, and it lies down with him on the dust.
Ọkpụkpụ ya nke jupụtara nʼike okorobịa ga-eso ya bụrụ ihe a ghanyere na ntụ.
12 Though he sweetens evil in his mouth, hides it under his tongue,
“Ọ bụ ezie na ihe ọjọọ na-atọ ya ụtọ nʼọnụ, na ọ na-ezokwa ya nʼokpuru ire ya;
13 has pity on it, and does not forsake it, and keeps it back in the midst of his palate,
ọ bụ ezie na ọ pụghị nʼịhapụ ya, ọ na-edebe ya nʼọnụ ya,
14 his food is turned in his bowels, the bitterness of cobras [is] in his heart.
ma nri ọ na-eri ga-aghọ ihe gbara ụka nʼafọ ya, ọ ga-aghọkwa elo agwọ nʼime afọ ya.
15 He has swallowed wealth, and vomits it. God drives it out from his belly.
Ọ ga-agbọpụta akụnụba niile o lodara; Chineke ga-eme ka o si nʼafọ ya gbọpụtachaa ha.
16 He sucks [the] gall of cobras, the tongue of a viper slays him.
Ọ ga-amịcha elo agwọ, eze agwọ ajụala ga-egbu ya.
17 He does not look on streams, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
Ọ gaghị anụ ụtọ mmiri si nʼiyi, bụ iyi nke na-asọ asọ nke jupụtara na mmanụ aṅụ na mmiri ara ehi rahụrụ arahụ.
18 He is giving back [what] he labored for, and does not consume [it]; As a bulwark [is] his exchange, and he does not exult.
Ihe ọ rụpụtara ka ọ ga-eji kwụghachi ụgwọ o ji na-erighị ma otu. Uru ọ zụtara nʼahịa agaghị abụrụ ya ihe ọṅụ.
19 For he oppressed—he forsook the poor, He has taken a house away violently, And he does not build it.
Nʼihi na ọ kpagburu ndị ogbenye, hapụ ha na-enweghị olileanya ọbụla, ọ nakọtakwara ụlọ nke ọ na-ewughị.
20 For he has not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he does not deliver himself.
“Nʼezie, ọ gaghị enwe izuike site nʼoke ọchịchọ ya; ọ gaghị azọpụtakwa onwe ya site nʼụlọakụ ya.
21 There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good does not stay.
Ọ dịghị ihe fọdụụrụ ya iripịa, ọganihu ya agaghị adịgide.
22 In the fullness of his sufficiency he is constricted. Every perverse hand meets him.
Nʼetiti ihe niile o nwere ka mkpagbu ga-abịakwasị ya, oke ịta ahụhụ ga-adakwasị ya.
23 It comes to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sends forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Indeed, He rains on him in his eating.
Mgbe o rijuru afọ ka Chineke ga-eme ka iwe ya dị ọkụ megide ya, iti aka Chineke ga-adakwasị ya dịka mmiri ozuzo.
24 He flees from an iron weapon, A bow of bronze passes through him.
Ọ bụrụ na o si na ngwa agha e ji igwe kpụọ gbalaga, àkụ nke e ji ọla bronz kpụọ ọnụ ya ga-amapu ya ahụ.
25 One has drawn, And it comes out from the body, And a glittering weapon proceeds from his gall. Terrors [are] on him.
Nʼazụ ya ka ọ na-esi mịpụta ya, site nʼumeju ya ka a ga-esi mịpụta ọnụ ya na-egbu amụma. Oke egwu dị iche iche ga-abịakwasị ya.
26 All darkness is hid for his treasures, A fire not blown consumes him, The remnant is broken in his tent.
Oke ọchịchịrị nọ na-echere akụnụba ya, ọkụ nke a na-afụnwughị afụnwu ga-erepịa ya ọ ga-erechapụkwa ihe niile fọdụrụ nʼụlọ ikwu ya.
27 The heavens reveal his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
Eluigwe ga-ekpughe ikpe ọmụma ya ụwa niile ga-ebili megide ya.
28 The increase of his house is removed, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
Idee mmiri ga-ebupu ụlọ ya; oke mmiri okwukwo nʼụbọchị iwe Chineke.
29 This [is] the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.”
Nke a bụ oke nke Chineke debeere ndị na-emebi iwu, ya bụkwa ihe nketa nke Chineke kwadooro ha.”
