Job 18
1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
Tete Suhitɔ, Bildad ɖo eŋu na Hiob be,
2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
Ɣe ka ɣi miadzudzɔ nya siawo gbɔgblɔ? Midze nunya ekema míate ŋu aƒo nu.
3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
Nu ka ŋuti wobu mí movitɔwoe eye wobu mí bometsilawoe le wò ŋkume?
4 One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, —For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?
Wò ame si vuvu ɖokuiwò kɔ ɖi le wò dziku me, ɖe wòle be woagblẽ anyigba ɖi ɖe tawò alo woaɖe agakpewo ɖa le wò teƒea?
5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
“Wotsia ame vɔ̃ɖi ƒe akaɖi eye eƒe dzo megabina o.
6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
Kekeli si le eƒe agbadɔ me la doa viviti eye akaɖi si le eƒe axadzi la hã tsina.
7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
Megatea ŋu ɖea abla o eye eya ŋutɔ ƒe nuɖoɖowo ƒunɛ anyi.
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
Eƒe afɔ ɖoa ɖɔ me eye wòƒoa dablibɛ le ɖɔkawo me.
9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
Mɔ léa afɔkpodzi nɛ eye mɔ̃ka blanɛ sesĩe.
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
Wolɔa ke kɔna ɖe mɔka dzi nɛ le anyigba eye wotrea mɔ ɖe eƒe mɔ me.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
Ŋɔdzidodowo doa vodzi nɛ le akpa sia akpa eye wokplɔa eƒe afɔɖeɖe ɖe sia ɖe ɖo.
12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
Dzɔgbevɔ̃e tsi dzi vevie be yeadzɔ ɖe edzi eye gbegblẽ le klalo be yeava edzi ne edze anyi.
13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
Eɖu eƒe ŋutilã ƒe akpa aɖewo eye ku ƒe ŋgɔgbevi vuvu eƒe ŋutinuwo
14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
Woɖee ɖa le eƒe agbadɔ si nye eƒe sitsoƒe la me eye wokplɔe yina na ŋɔdziwo ƒe fia.
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
Dzo bibi xɔ aƒe ɖe eƒe agbadɔ me eye aŋɔka bibi kaka ɖe eƒe nɔƒe.
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
Eƒe kewo yrɔna le ete ke eye eƒe aŋgbawo yrɔna le eƒe tame.
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
Woŋlɔnɛ be le anyigba dzi eye eƒe ŋkɔ buna le amewo dome.
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
Wonyanɛ tso kekeli nu yina ɖe viviti me eye woɖenɛ ɖa le xexea me.
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
Vi alo dzidzimevi menɔa esi le eƒe amewo dome o eye ame aɖeke metsia agbe le teƒe si wònɔ va yi o.
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
Ɣetoɖoƒetɔwo ƒe nu ku le nu si dzɔ ɖe edzi ta eye vɔvɔ̃ ɖo ɣedzeƒetɔwo.
21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
Vavãe, aleae ame vɔ̃ɖi ƒe nɔƒe nɔna, aleae ame si menya Mawu o la ƒe nɔƒe nɔna.”
