Job 14
1 Man, that is born of woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
“Ènìyàn tí a bí nínú obìnrin, ọlọ́jọ́ díẹ̀ ni, ó sì kún fún ìpọ́njú.
2 He cometh forth as a flower, and is cut down; He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Ó jáde wá bí ìtànná ewéko, a sì ké e lulẹ̀; ó sì ń fò lọ bí òjìji, kò sì dúró pẹ́.
3 And dost thou fix thine eyes upon such a one? And dost thou bring me into judgment with thee?
Ìwọ sì ń síjú rẹ wò irú èyí ni? Ìwọ sì mú mi wá sínú ìdájọ́ pẹ̀lú rẹ?
4 Who can produce a clean thing from an unclean? Not one.
Ta ni ó lè mú ohun mímọ́ láti inú àìmọ́ jáde wá? Kò sí ẹnìkan!
5 Seeing that his days are determined, And the number of his months, with thee, And that thou hast appointed him bounds which he cannot pass,
Ǹjẹ́ a ti pinnu ọjọ́ rẹ̀, iye oṣù rẹ̀ ń bẹ ní ọwọ́ rẹ, ìwọ ti pààlà rẹ̀, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní òun kò le kọjá rẹ̀.
6 O turn thine eyes from him, and let him rest, That he may enjoy, as a hireling, his day!
Yípadà kúrò lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀, kí ó lè sinmi, títí yóò fi pé ọjọ́ rẹ̀ bí alágbàṣe.
7 For there is hope for a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender branches will not fail;
“Nítorí pé ìrètí wà fún igi, bí a bá ké e lulẹ̀, pé yóò sì tún sọ, àti pé ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ tuntun kì yóò gbẹ.
8 Though its root may have grown old in the earth, And though its trunk be dead upon the ground,
Bí gbòǹgbò rẹ̀ tilẹ̀ di ogbó nínú ilẹ̀, tí kùkùté rẹ̀ si kú ni ilẹ̀,
9 Through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs, like a young plant.
síbẹ̀ nígbà tí ó bá gbóòórùn omi, yóò sọ, yóò sì yọ ẹ̀ka jáde bí irúgbìn.
10 But man dieth, and he is gone! Man expireth, and where is he?
Ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn kú, a sì dàánù, àní ènìyàn jọ̀wọ́ ẹ̀mí rẹ̀ lọ́wọ́: Òun kò sì sí mọ́.
11 The waters fail from the lake; And the stream wasteth and drieth up;
“Bí omi ti í tán nínú ipa odò, àti bí odò ṣì tí í fà tí sì gbẹ,
12 So man lieth down, and riseth not; Till the heavens be no more, he shall not awake, Nor be roused from his sleep.
bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ènìyàn dùbúlẹ̀ tí kò sì dìde mọ́; títí ọ̀run kì yóò fi sí mọ́, wọ́n kì yóò jí, a kì yóò jí wọn kúrò lójú oorun wọn.
13 O that thou wouldst hide me in the under-world! That thou wouldst conceal me till thy wrath be past! That thou wouldst appoint me a time, and then remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“Háà! ìwọ ìbá fi mí pamọ́ ní ipò òkú, kí ìwọ kí ó fi mí pamọ́ ní ìkọ̀kọ̀, títí ìbínú rẹ yóò fi rékọjá, ìwọ ìbá lànà ìgbà kan sílẹ̀ fún mi, kí ó si rántí mi! (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my war-service would I wait, Till my change should come.
Bí ènìyàn bá kú yóò sì tún yè bí? Gbogbo ọjọ́ ìgbà tí a là sílẹ̀ fún mi ni èmi dúró dè, títí àmúdọ̀tún mi yóò fi dé.
15 Thou wilt call, and I will answer thee; Thou wilt have compassion upon the work of thy hands!
Ìwọ ìbá pè, èmi ìbá sì dá ọ lóhùn; ìwọ ó sì ní ìfẹ́ sì iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ.
16 But now thou numberest my steps; Thou watchest over my sins.
Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí ìwọ ń kaye ìṣísẹ̀ mi; ìwọ kò fa ọwọ́ rẹ kúrò nítorí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ mi?
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag; Yea, thou addest unto my iniquity.
A fi èdìdì di ìrékọjá mi sínú àpò, ìwọ sì rán àìṣedéédéé mi pọ̀.
18 As the mountain falling cometh to nought, And the rock is removed from its place;
“Àti nítòótọ́ òkè ńlá tí ó ṣubú, ó dasán, a sì ṣí àpáta kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.
19 As the waters wear away the stones, And the floods wash away the dust of the earth, So thou destroyest the hope of man.
Omi a máa yinrin òkúta, ìwọ a sì mú omi sàn bo ohun tí ó hù jáde lórí ilẹ̀, ìwọ sì sọ ìrètí ènìyàn dí òfo.
20 Thou prevailest against him continually, and he perisheth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
Ìwọ ṣẹ́gun rẹ̀ láéláé, òun sì kọjá lọ! Ìwọ pa awọ ojú rẹ̀ dà, o sì rán an lọ kúrò.
21 His sons come to honor, but he knoweth it not; Or they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not.
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bọ́ sí ipò ọlá, òun kò sì mọ̀; wọ́n sì rẹ̀ sílẹ̀, òun kò sì kíyèsi i lára wọn.
22 But his flesh shall have pain for itself alone; For itself alone shall his soul mourn.
Ṣùgbọ́n ẹran-ara rẹ̀ ni yóò rí ìrora ọkàn rẹ̀ ni yóò sì máa ní ìbìnújẹ́ nínú rẹ̀.”
