Job 8
1 And Bildad the Shuhite answers and says:
Mgbe ahụ, Bildad onye Shua zaghachiri sị:
2 “Until when do you speak these things? And a strong wind—sayings of your mouth?
“Ruo ole mgbe ka i ga na-ekwu okwu dị otu a? Okwu ọnụ gị bụ naanị ifufe dị ike.
3 Does God pervert judgment? And does the Mighty One pervert justice?
Chineke ọ na-ekpe ikpe na-ezighị ezi? Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ọ na-eme ka ihe ziri ezi gbagọọ agbagọ?
4 If your sons have sinned before Him, And He sends them away, By the hand of their transgression,
Mgbe ụmụ gị mehiere megide ya, o weere ha nyefee nʼikpe ọmụma kwesiri mmehie ha.
5 If you seek for God early, And make supplication to the Mighty,
Ma ọ bụrụ na i ga-achọsi Chineke ike, rịọ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile,
6 If you [are] pure and upright, Surely now He wakes for you, And has completed The habitation of your righteousness.
ọ bụrụ na ị bụ onye dị ọcha nʼobi na onye ụzọ ya ziri ezi, ọ bụladị ugbu a, ọ ga-agbachitere gị weghachi gị nʼọnọdụ ịbụ ọgaranya gị.
7 And your beginning has been small, And your latter end is very great.
Ọ bụ ezie, na mmalite gị nwere ike ịdị ala, ma ụbọchị ikpeazụ gị ga-adị elu.
8 For inquire, please, of a former generation, And prepare for a search of their fathers,
“Jụọ ọgbọ ndị gara aga ma chọpụta ihe ndị bụ nna ha chọpụtara.
9 For we [are] of yesterday, and we do not know, For our days [are] a shadow on earth.
Nʼihi na anyị onwe anyị bụ ndị a mụrụ naanị ụnyaahụ, ndị ọ dịghị ihe ha maara. Ụbọchị ndụ anyị nʼụwa dịka onyinyo.
10 Do they not show you—speak to you, And from their heart bring forth words?
Ọ bụ na ha agaghị agwa gị ma kuziekwara gị ihe? Ọ bụ na ha agaghị esite na nghọta kwuo okwu?
11 Does a rush rise without a marsh? A reed increase without water?
Ahịhịa papịrọs o nwere ike ito nʼebe apịtị na-adịghị? Ahịhịa riidi ọ ga-eto nʼebe mmiri na-adịghị?
12 While it [is] in its budding—uncropped, Even before any herb it withers.
Nʼihi na mgbe ha ka na-etopụta etopụta, mgbe a na-egbubibeghị ha, ha na-ebu ahịhịa ndị ọzọ ụzọ kpọnwụọ.
13 So [are] the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane perishes,
Nke a bụ oke ndị na-echefu Chineke, otu a kwa ka olileanya nke onye na-amaghị Chineke si ala nʼiyi.
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
Ihe ọ tụkwasịrị obi bụ ihe na-awa awa; ihe mgbakwasị ụkwụ ya bụ akwụ udide.
15 He leans on his house—and it does not stand, He takes hold on it—and it does not abide.
Ọ bụrụ na ọ dabere na ya, ọ ga-etibi; ọ bụrụ na o jide ya aka, ọ ga-adọbikwa.
16 He [is] green before the sun, And over his garden his branch goes out.
Ọ dị ka ahịhịa ubi a na-agba mmiri nke ọma nʼubi a gbara ogige, nke anwụ na-amụkwasị, nke ome ya na-awasa ruo akụkụ niile nke ogige ahụ.
17 His roots are wrapped by a heap, He looks for a house of stones.
Mgbọrọgwụ ya tụhịrị gburugburu nkume ndị dị nʼubi ahụ, ma na-achọkwa ọnọdụ nʼetiti nkume ndị a.
18 If [one] destroys him from his place, Then it has feigned concerning him, I have not seen you!
Ma mgbe e si nʼọnọdụ ya hopu ya, ebe ahụ na-agọnarịkwa ya, na-asị, ‘Ahụtụbeghị m gị.’
19 Behold, this [is] the joy of His way, And from the dust others spring up.
Nʼezie, ndụ ya na-akpọnwụ, site nʼala ahụ ahịhịa ndị ọzọ na-etopụtakwa.
20 Behold, God does not reject the perfect, Nor takes hold on the hand of evildoers.
“Nʼezie Chineke anaghị agbakụta onye ụzọ ya ziri ezi azụ, maọbụ gbaa aka onye ajọ omume ume.
21 While He fills your mouth with laughter, And your lips with shouting,
Ọ ga-eme ka ọnụ gị jupụta nʼọchị. Ọ ga-eme ka mkpu ọṅụ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ gị pụta.
22 Those hating you put on shame, And the tent of the wicked is not!”
Ndị iro gị ka a ga-eyikwasị ihere dị ka uwe, ebe obibi nke ndị na-emebi iwu agaghị adịkwa.”
