Job 18
1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
Mgbe ahụ Bildad onye Shua zara sị:
2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
“Ruo ole mgbe ka ị ga-ekwubi okwu ndị a ị na-ekwu? Nwee ezi uche ka anyị kparịtaa ụka.
3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
Gịnị mere i ji were anyị dịka anụ ọhịa, gụọ anyị dịka ndị na-enweghị uche nʼanya gị?
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?
Gị onye na-eji iwe adọkasị onwe gị, a ga-ahapụ ụwa nʼihi gị? Ka a ga-enupu oke nkume nʼọnọdụ ha?
5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
“A na-afụnyụ oriọna nke onye na-emebi iwu; ire ọkụ ya ga-akwụsịkwa inwu enwu,
6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
ìhè nke dị nʼime ụlọ ikwu ya na-abụ ọchịchịrị, oriọna nke dị nʼakụkụ ya na-anyụkwa.
7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
Ike agakwaghị adị na nzọ ukwu ya; atụmatụ ya onwe ya ga-atụda ya nʼala.
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
Ụkwụ ya na-eduba ya nʼọnya; ọ na-akpagharị na-adaba nʼime oghere.
9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
Ọnya na-ejide ikiri ụkwụ ya, ọnya ahụ na-ejidesi ya ike.
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
E zobere ya ụdọ ọnya igbudu nʼala, ihe e ji ejide ya na-echere ya nʼụzọ ya.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
Ihe egwu na-emenye ya ụjọ nʼakụkụ niile, na-agbasokwa nzọ ụkwụ ya niile.
12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
Ịla nʼiyi na-achọsi ya ike; mbibi nọkwa na njikere na-eche mgbe ọ ga-ada.
13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
Mbibi na-eripịa akụkụ anụ ahụ ya; ọkpara ọnwụ na-eripịa ahụ ya niile.
14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
Esi na nchekwa nke ụlọ ikwu ya dọpụta ya duru ya jekwuru eze nke ihe egwu niile.
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
Ọkụ na-ebi nʼime ụlọ ikwu ya; a ga-efesasị nkume na-enwu ọkụ nʼebe obibi ya.
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
Mgbọrọgwụ ya na-akpọ nkụ nʼime ala, alaka ya ga-akpọnwụ nʼelu.
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
A gaghị echeta echiche ya nʼụwa ọzọ, o nweghị onye ọbụla na-echetakwa aha ya.
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
A na-esite nʼìhè chụba ya nʼọchịchịrị, otu a kwa, a na-achụpụkwa ya site nʼụwa.
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
O nweghị ụmụ, o nwekwaghị ụmụ ụmụ nʼetiti ndị ya, ọ dịghị onye fọdụrụ nʼebe o bi na mbụ.
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
Ọnọdụ ya na-eju ndị si nʼọdịda anyanwụ anya; oke egwu na-ejidekwa ndị si nʼọwụwa anyanwụ nʼihi ya.
21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
Nʼezie, otu a ka ebe obibi nke onye ajọ omume dị, ee, bụ onye ahụ nke na-amaghị Chineke.”
