Job 19
1 But Job answered and said:
Ìgbà náà ni Jobu dáhùn, ó sì wí pé:
2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
“Yóò ti pẹ́ tó tí ẹ̀yin ó fi máa fi ìyà jẹ mí, tí ẹ̀yin ó fi máa fi ọ̀rọ̀ yìí?
3 These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
Ìgbà mẹ́wàá ní yin yọ mi lénu ẹ̀yin ti ń gàn mí; ojú kò tì yín tí ẹ fi jẹ mí ní yà.
4 And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
Kí a sì wí bẹ́ẹ̀ pé, mo ṣìnà nítòótọ́, ìṣìnà mi wà lára èmi tìkára mi.
5 Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
Bí ó tilẹ̀ ṣe pé ẹ̀yin ó ṣògo si mi lórí nítòótọ́, tí ẹ ó sì máa fi ẹ̀gàn mi gún mí lójú,
6 Know then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath encompassed me with his net.
kí ẹ mọ̀ nísinsin yìí pé, Ọlọ́run ni ó bì mí ṣubú, ó sì nà àwọ̀n rẹ̀ yí mi ká.
7 Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
“Kíyèsi, èmi ń kígbe pe, ‘Ọwọ́ alágbára!’ Ṣùgbọ́n a kò gbọ́ ti èmi; mo kígbe fún ìrànlọ́wọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sí ìdájọ́.
8 He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
Ó ṣọgbà dí ọ̀nà mi tí èmi kò le è kọjá, Ó sì mú òkùnkùn ṣú sí ipa ọ̀nà mi.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
Ó ti bọ́ ògo mi, ó sì ṣí adé kúrò ní orí mi.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
Ó ti bà mí jẹ́ ní ìhà gbogbo, ẹ̀mí sì pin; ìrètí mi ni a ó sì fàtu bí igi.
11 He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
Ó sì tiná bọ ìbínú rẹ̀ sí mi, ó sì kà mí sí bí ọ̀kan nínú àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ̀.
12 His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
Ẹgbẹ́ ogun rẹ̀ sì dàpọ̀ sí mi, wọ́n sì mọ odi yí mi ká, wọ́n sì yí àgọ́ mi ká.
13 My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
“Ó mú àwọn arákùnrin mi jìnà sí mi réré, àti àwọn ojúlùmọ̀ mi di àjèjì sí mi pátápátá.
14 My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
Àwọn alájọbí mi fàsẹ́yìn, àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ tímọ́tímọ́ mi sì di onígbàgbé mi.
15 The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
Àwọn ará inú ilé mi àti àwọn ìránṣẹ́bìnrin mi kà mí sí àjèjì; èmi jásí àjèjì ènìyàn ní ojú wọn.
16 I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
Mo pe ìránṣẹ́ mi, òun kò sì dá mi lóhùn; mo fi ẹnu mi bẹ̀ ẹ́.
17 My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
Ẹ̀mí mi ṣú àyà mi, àti òórùn mi ṣú àwọn ọmọ inú ìyá mi.
18 Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
Àní àwọn ọmọdékùnrin fi mí ṣẹ̀sín, mo dìde, wọ́n sì sọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀gàn sí mi.
19 All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
Gbogbo àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ kòríkòsùn mi kórìíra mi, àwọn olùfẹ́ mi sì kẹ̀yìndà mí.
20 My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Egungun mi lẹ̀ mọ́ ara mi àti mọ́ ẹran-ara mi, mo sì yọ́ pẹ̀lú awọ eyín mi.
21 Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
“Ẹ ṣàánú fún mi, ẹ ṣàánú fún mi, ẹ̀yin ọ̀rẹ́ mi, nítorí ọwọ́ Ọlọ́run ti bà mí.
22 Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Nítorí kí ni ẹ̀yin ṣe lépa mi bí Ọlọ́run, tí ẹran-ara mi kò tẹ́ yín lọ́rùn?
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
“Háà! Ìbá ṣe pé a le kọ̀wé ọ̀rọ̀ mi nísinsin yìí, ìbá ṣe pé a le kọ ọ sínú ìwé!
24 That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
Kí a fi kálámù irin àti ti òjé kọ wọ́n sínú àpáta fún láéláé.
25 Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
Nítorí èmi mọ̀ pé olùdáǹdè mi ń bẹ láààyè àti pe òun ni yóò dìde dúró lórí ilẹ̀ ní ìkẹyìn;
26 And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
àti lẹ́yìn ìgbà tí a pa àwọ̀ ara mi run, síbẹ̀ láìsí ẹran-ara mi ni èmi ó rí Ọlọ́run,
27 Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
ẹni tí èmi ó rí fún ara mi, tí ojú mi ó sì wo, kì sì í ṣe ti ẹlòmíràn; ọkàn mi sì dákú ní inú mi.
28 Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
“Bí ẹ̀yin bá wí pé, ‘Àwa ó ti lépa rẹ̀ tó! Àti pé, gbogbo ọ̀rọ̀ náà ni a sá à rí ní ọwọ́ rẹ̀,’
29 Be ye afraid of the sword! For malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
kí ẹ̀yin kí ó bẹ̀rù, nítorí ìbínú ní í mú ìjìyà wá nípa idà, kí ẹ̀yin kí ó lè mọ̀ pé ìdájọ́ kan ń bẹ.”
