Job 27
1 Moreover Job continued his discourse, and said:
Pẹ̀lúpẹ̀lú Jobu sì tún sọkún ọ̀rọ̀ òwe rẹ̀, ó sì wí pé,
2 As God liveth, who hath rejected my cause, And the Almighty, who hath afflicted my soul;
“Bí Ọlọ́run ti ń bẹ, ẹni tí ó gba ìdájọ́ mi lọ, àti Olódùmarè tí ó bà mi ní ọkàn jẹ́,
3 As long as my breath is 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 Never shall my lips speak falsehood, Nor my tongue utter deceit.
Ètè mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ èké, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ahọ́n mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀tàn.
5 God forbid that I should acknowledge you to be just: To my last breath will I assert my integrity.
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 will hold fast my innocence, and not let it go; My heart reproacheth me for no part of my life.
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 May mine enemy be as the wicked, And he that riseth up against me 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 wicked, when God cutteth off his web, And taketh 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 he listen to his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?
Ọlọ́run yóò ha gbọ́ àdúrà rẹ̀, nígbà tí ìpọ́njú bá dé sí i?
10 Can he delight himself in the Almighty, And call at all times upon God?
Òun ha le ní inú dídùn sí Olódùmarè? Òun ha lé máa ké pe Ọlọ́run nígbà gbogbo?
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty I will 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 Behold, ye yourselves have all seen it; Why then do ye cherish such vain thoughts?
Kíyèsi i, gbogbo yín ni ó ti rí i; kín ni ìdí ọ̀rọ̀ asán yín?
13 This is the portion of the wicked man from God, —The inheritance which oppressors receive from the Almighty.
“Ẹ̀yin ni ìpín ènìyàn búburú lọ́dọ̀ Ọlọ́run, àti ogún àwọn aninilára, tí wọ́n ó gbà lọ́wọ́ Olódùmarè.
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; And 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 of them that escape shall be buried by Death, And their widows shall not bewail them.
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 dust, And procure raiment as clay, —
Bí ó tilẹ̀ kó fàdákà jọ bí erùpẹ̀, tí ó sì dá aṣọ jọ bí amọ̀;
17 He may procure, but the righteous shall wear it, And the innocent shall share the silver.
àwọn ohun tí ó tò jọ àwọn olóòtítọ́ ni yóò lò ó; àwọn aláìṣẹ̀ ni yóò sì pín fàdákà rẹ̀.
18 He buildeth his house like the moth, Or like the shed which the watchman maketh.
Òun kọ́ ilé rẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ bí kòkòrò aṣọ, àti bí ahéré tí olùṣọ́ kọ́.
19 The rich man lieth down, and is not buried; In the twinkling of an eye he is no more.
Ọlọ́rọ̀ yóò dùbúlẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n òun kì yóò túnṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́, nígbà tí ó bá la ojú rẹ̀, gbogbo rẹ̀ a lọ.
20 Terrors pursue him like a flood; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà á bí omi ṣíṣàn; ẹ̀fúùfù ńlá jí gbé lọ ní òru.
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he perisheth; Yea, it sweepeth him away from his place.
Ẹ̀fúùfù ìlà-oòrùn gbé e lọ, òun sì lọ; àti bí ìjì ńlá ó sì fà á kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.
22 God sendeth his arrows at him, and doth not spare; He would fain escape 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 clap their hands at him, And hiss him away from his place.
Àwọn ènìyàn yóò sì ṣápẹ́ sí i lórí, wọn yóò sì ṣe síọ̀ sí i kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.”
