Job 30
1 “And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
“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 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished.
Uru gịnị ka ike aka ha ga-abara m, ebe ọ bụ na ha adịghịkwa ike?
3 With want and with harsh famine, They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, [In] desolation and ruin,
Ha bụ ndị ike gwụrụ site nʼụkọ na agụụ, ha na-agagharị nʼala kpọrọ nkụ na-awagharịkwa nʼime ọzara nʼabalị.
4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And their food [is] root of broom trees.
Nʼala ọhịa ka ha na-atụrị ahịhịa nnu, mgbọrọgwụ osisi brum bụkwa nri ha.
5 They are cast out from the midst (They shout against them as a thief),
A chụpụrụ ha site nʼetiti ndị mmadụ ibe ha, a na-etiso ha mkpu dịka ha bụ ndị ohi.
6 To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, Holes of earth and clefts.
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 groan among shrubs, They are gathered together under nettles.
Ha na-eme ụzụ nʼọhịa dịka ụmụ anụmanụ, na-ejikọta onwe ha nʼahịhịa toro nʼokpuru osisi.
8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, They have been struck from the land.
Ha bụ ndị e ledara anya, ndị na-enweghị aha, e sitere nʼala ahụ chụpụ ha.
9 And now, I have been their song, And I am to them for a byword.
“Ma ugbu a, abụrụla m ihe ụmụ okorobịa ji abụ abụ ịkwa emo; abụrụkwala m okwu ha ji anọpụrụ ụbọchị.
10 They have detested me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Abụ m ihe ịsọ oyi nye ha, ha adịghị abịakwa m nso; ha anaghị egbu oge igbu m asọ mmiri nʼihu.
11 Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
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 A brood arises on the right hand, They have cast away my feet, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
Nʼaka nri m mba ndị a na-ebuso m agha. Ha na-esiri ụkwụ m ọnya, ha na-ewuli mgbidi ha nọchibido m.
13 They have broken down my path, They profit by my calamity: He has no helper.
Ha na-etiwasị ụzọ m, ha kwadoro mmekpa ahụ m. ‘O nweghị onye ga-enyere ya aka,’ ka ha na-ekwu.
14 They come as a wide breach, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
Ha na-abịakwasị m dịka ndị sitere ebe e tipuru mgbidi; nʼetiti mbibi ya ha na-enu onwe ha enute nʼebe m nọ.
15 He has turned terrors against me, It pursues my abundance as the wind, And as a thick cloud, My safety has passed away.
Oke egwu abịakwasịla m; ugwu m adịla ka ihe ifufe buuru, nchekwa m agabigala dịka igwe ojii.
16 And now, in me my soul pours itself out, Days of affliction seize me.
“Ugbu a, ndụ m ji nwayọọ nwayọọ na-agabiga; ụbọchị ahụhụ ejidela m.
17 [At] night my bone has been pierced in me, And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down.
Abalị na-esewasị ọkpụkpụ m, ihe mgbu m nke na-ata ata enweghị ezumike.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it girds me.
Nʼoke ike ya, Chineke na-adịrị m ka uwe; ọ na-ekechi m dịka olu uwe m.
19 Casting me into mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
Ọ na-atụba m nʼime apịtị, mee ka m ghọọ ntụ na aja.
20 I cry to You, And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider me.
“Chineke m, anam etiku gị ma ị dịghị aza m; anam eguzo ọtọ, ma naanị anya ka i lere m.
21 You are turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Your hand, You oppress me.
Ị na-emegide m na-enweghị obi ebere; i ji aka gị dị ike megide m.
22 You lift me up, You cause me to ride on the wind, And You melt—You level me.
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 have known You bring me back [to] death, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
Amara m na ị ga-eweda m ruo ọnwụ; ruo nʼebe e debeere mmadụ niile dị ndụ.
24 Surely not against the heap Does He send forth the hand, Though they have safety in its ruin.
“Nʼezie, ọ dịghị onye na-emegide onye e tidara nʼala; mgbe ọ na-eti mkpu nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ya na-achọ enyemaka.
25 Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy.
Ọ bụ na m akwaghị akwa nʼihi ndị nọ na nsogbu; ọ bụ na mmụọ m erughị ụjụ nʼihi ndị ogbenye?
26 When I expected good, then comes evil, And I wait for light, and darkness comes.
Ma mgbe m lere anya ihe ọma, ihe ọjọọ bịara; mgbe m lere anya ìhè, mgbe ahụ ka ọchịchịrị bịara.
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Days of affliction have gone before me.
Obi m anaghị ezu ike nʼime m; ụbọchị ahụhụ na-ezute m.
28 I have gone mourning without the sun, I have risen, I cry in an 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 have been a brother to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
Abụrụla m nwanne nkịta ọhịa; onye ya na ikwighịkwighị na-esogharị.
30 My skin has been black on me, And my bone has burned from heat,
Akpụkpọ ahụ m na-eji nji na-ekpe iwere; anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ dịka ihe a kwanyere ọkụ.
31 And my harp becomes mourning, And my pipe the sound of weeping.”
Ụda ụbọ akwara m bụ ụda iru ụjụ; ụda ọja m bụkwa ụda iti mkpu akwa.
