Job 27
1 Job again took up his parable, and said,
Pẹ̀lúpẹ̀lú Jobu sì tún sọkún ọ̀rọ̀ òwe rẹ̀, ó sì wí pé,
2 "As God lives, who has taken away my right, Shaddai, who has made my soul bitter.
“Bí Ọlọ́run ti ń bẹ, ẹni tí ó gba ìdájọ́ mi lọ, àti Olódùmarè tí ó bà mi ní ọkàn jẹ́,
3 (For the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
níwọ́n ìgbà tí ẹ̀mí mi ń bẹ nínú mi, àti tí ẹ̀mí Ọlọ́run ń bẹ nínú ihò imú mi.
4 surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit.
Ètè mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ èké, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ahọ́n mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀tàn.
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
Kí a má rí i pé èmi ń dá yín láre; títí èmi ó fi kú, èmi kì yóò ṣí ìwà òtítọ́ mi kúrò lọ́dọ̀ mi.
6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My conscience will not accuse me as long as I live.
Òdodo mi ni èmi dìímú ṣinṣin, èmi kì yóò sì jọ̀wọ́ rẹ̀ lọ́wọ́; àyà mi kì yóò sì gan ọjọ́ kan nínú ọjọ́ ayé mi.
7 "Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
“Kí ọ̀tá mi kí ó dàbí ènìyàn búburú, àti ẹni tí ń dìde sí mi kí ó dàbí ẹni aláìṣòdodo.
8 For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
Nítorí kí ni ìrètí àgàbàgebè, nígbà tí Ọlọ́run bá ké ẹ̀mí rẹ̀ kúrò, nígbà tí ó sì fà á jáde?
9 Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
Ọlọ́run yóò ha gbọ́ àdúrà rẹ̀, nígbà tí ìpọ́njú bá dé sí i?
10 Will he delight himself in Shaddai, and call on God at all times?
Òun ha le ní inú dídùn sí Olódùmarè? Òun ha lé máa ké pe Ọlọ́run nígbà gbogbo?
11 I will teach you about the hand of God. That which is with Shaddai will I not conceal.
“Èmi ó kọ́ yín ní ẹ̀kọ́ ní ti ọwọ́ Ọlọ́run: ọ̀nà tí ń bẹ lọ́dọ̀ Olódùmarè ni èmi kì yóò fi pamọ́.
12 Look, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
Kíyèsi i, gbogbo yín ni ó ti rí i; kín ni ìdí ọ̀rọ̀ asán yín?
13 "This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from Shaddai.
“Ẹ̀yin ni ìpín ènìyàn búburú lọ́dọ̀ Ọlọ́run, àti ogún àwọn aninilára, tí wọ́n ó gbà lọ́wọ́ Olódùmarè.
14 If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
Bí àwọn ọmọ rẹ bá di púpọ̀, fún idà ni; àwọn ọmọ ọmọ rẹ̀ kì yóò yó fún oúnjẹ.
15 Those who remain of him shall be buried in death. His widows shall make no lamentation.
Àwọn tí ó kù nínú tirẹ̀ ni a ó sìnkú nínú àjàkálẹ̀-ààrùn: àwọn opó rẹ̀ kì yóò sì sọkún fún wọn.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
Bí ó tilẹ̀ kó fàdákà jọ bí erùpẹ̀, tí ó sì dá aṣọ jọ bí amọ̀;
17 he may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
àwọn ohun tí ó tò jọ àwọn olóòtítọ́ ni yóò lò ó; àwọn aláìṣẹ̀ ni yóò sì pín fàdákà rẹ̀.
18 He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.
Òun kọ́ ilé rẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ bí kòkòrò aṣọ, àti bí ahéré tí olùṣọ́ kọ́.
19 He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and it is gone.
Ọlọ́rọ̀ yóò dùbúlẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n òun kì yóò túnṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́, nígbà tí ó bá la ojú rẹ̀, gbogbo rẹ̀ a lọ.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà á bí omi ṣíṣàn; ẹ̀fúùfù ńlá jí gbé lọ ní òru.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.
Ẹ̀fúùfù ìlà-oòrùn gbé e lọ, òun sì lọ; àti bí ìjì ńlá ó sì fà á kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.
22 For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
Nítorí pé Olódùmarè yóò kọlù ú, kì yóò sì dá sí; òun ìbá yọ̀ láti sá kúrò ní ọwọ́ rẹ̀.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
Àwọn ènìyàn yóò sì ṣápẹ́ sí i lórí, wọn yóò sì ṣe síọ̀ sí i kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.”
