Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
Hiob ɖo eŋu nɛ be,
2 "I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.
“Mese nya siawo tɔgbi wòsɔ gbɔ, akɔfala gbɔlowo ko mi katã mienye!
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
Miaƒe nuƒo legbe, gɔdɔ̃gɔdɔ̃awo mawu nu akpɔ oa? Nu kae le mia vem be miegale nyahehe dzi kokoko?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
Nenye miawoe le tenyeƒe la, nye hã maƒo nu abe miawo ke ene, agblɔ nyatinyatiwo ɖe mia ŋu eye maʋuʋu ta ɖe mia ŋu.
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
Maƒo nu ade dzi ƒo na mi eye akɔfanya siwo ado tso nunye la ana miaƒe dzi adze eme.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
“Gake ne meƒo nu la, nye vevesesewo dzi maka ɖe kpɔtɔ o eye ne medzudzɔ hã la, veveseseawo medzona o.
7 But now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.
O Mawu, vavãe èna mevɔ le eme keŋkeŋ eye nètsrɔ̃ nye aƒekɔ la katã.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
Èna meɖi ku, vɔ keŋ eye wòzu ɖaseɖiɖi, nye kuɖiɖi tsi tsitre hezu ɖasefo ɖe ŋunye.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
Yehowa ƒom, hevuvum le eƒe dziku me eye wòɖu aɖukli ɖe ŋunye, nye ketɔ fɔ ŋku ɖaɖɛwo ɖe dzinye.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
Amewo ke woƒe nuwo baa hedo ɣli ɖe tanye. Woƒo tome nam fewuɖutɔe eye wowɔ ɖeka ɖe ŋunye.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
Mawu dem asi na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo eye wòkɔm ƒu gbe ɖe ŋutasẽlawo ƒe fego me.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
Nuwo nɔ edzi dzem nam nyuie gake ekakam. Elé kɔʋume nam hegbãm gudugudugudu. Etsɔm wɔ ade si minyam wòle,
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
eƒe aŋutrɔdalawo ɖe to ɖem. Eŋɔ nye ayikuwo nublanuimakpɔmakpɔtɔe eye wòna nye vevego gbã hekɔ ɖe anyigba.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
Eva ƒo ɖe dzinye enuenu eye wòlũ ɖe dzinye abe kalẽtɔ ene.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
“Metɔ akpanya hetsyɔ na nye ŋutilã eye metsɔ nye mo de ke me.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
Avifafa na nye mo biã dzẽe, vɔvɔli ƒo xlã nye ŋkuwo,
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
evɔ nye asiwo mewɔ nu tovo aɖeke o eye nye gbedodoɖa hã dza hafi.
18 "Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
“O, anyigba, mègatsyɔ nye ʋu dzi o eye ɖoɖoe megazi le nye ɣlidodo nu o!
19 Even now, look, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
Azɔ gɔ̃ hã la, nye ɖasefo le dziƒo eye nye nyaxɔɖeakɔla le afi ma.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
Tanyeʋlila nye xɔ̃nye, esi nye ŋkuwo le aɖatsi ɖuɖum na Mawu.
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.
Eɖea kuku na Mawu ɖe ame ta abe ale si ame ɖea kuku ɖe xɔlɔ̃a tae ene.
22 For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
“Ƒe ʋɛ aɖewo koe ava yi hafi madze mɔ ayi demagbɔnugbe.
