Job 19
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Hiob ɖo eŋu be,
2 How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words?
“Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miawɔ funyafunyam eye miatsɔ miaƒe nyawo agbãm?
3 These ten times, have ye reviled me, Shameless ye wrong me.
Zi ewo sɔŋue nye esi miedo vlom eye mieti kpo dze dzinye ŋumakpemakpetɔe.
4 And even if indeed I have erred, with myself lodgeth mine error.
Nenye nyateƒee be metra mɔ la, vodada sia nye nye ɖeka ko ƒe nya.
5 If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach.
Nenye vavãe miebe yewoakɔ mia ɖokuiwo ɖe dzi agbɔ tanye, ahazã vlo si wodom la aɖia nunyee la,
6 Know, then, that, God, hath overthrown me, and, within his net, enclosed me.
ekema minyae be Mawu dze agɔ le dzinye eye wòtsɔ eƒe ɖɔ ƒo xlãm.
7 Lo! I cry—out: Violence! but receive no answer, I cry aloud, but there is no vindication;
“Togbɔ be mefa avi sesĩe be, ‘Wodze agɔ le dzinye!’ hã la, ame aɖeke metɔ nam o eye togbɔ be medo ɣli be woaxɔ nam hã la, wometso nam o.
8 My way, hath he walled up, that I cannot pass, and, upon my paths, hath he made darkness rest;
Exe nye mɔ be nyemate ŋu ato edzi ayi o, etsɔ viviti tsyɔ nye toƒewo.
9 My glory—from off me, hath he stripped, and hath removed the crown of my head;
Eklo bubu le ŋunye eye wòɖe fiakuku le tanye.
10 He hath ruined me on every side, and I am gone, and he hath taken away—like a tree—my hope;
Evuvum kɔ ɖi le akpa sia akpa va se ɖe esime medzo, ale wòho nye mɔkpɔkpɔ abe ati ene.
11 Yea he hath kindled against me his anger, and accounted me towards him like unto his adversaries;
Eƒe dziku bi ɖe ŋunye eye wòbum ɖe eƒe ketɔwo dome.
12 Together, enter his troops and have cast up, against me, their mound, and have encamped all around my tent;
Eƒe aʋakɔwo lũ ɖe eme kple ŋusẽ, woƒu kpo ɖe ŋunye eye woƒu asaɖa anyi ɖe nye agbadɔ ŋu godoo va kpe.
13 My Brethren—from beside me, hath he moved far away, and, mine acquaintance, are wholly estranged from me;
“Eɖe nɔvinye ŋutsuwo ɖa le ŋunye eye wòklã nye kple xɔ̃nyewo dome keŋkeŋkeŋ.
14 Failed me, have my near of kin, and, mine intimate acquaintances, have forgotten me;
Nye ƒometɔwo dzo le gbɔnye eye nye ame nyanyɛwo ŋlɔm be.
15 Ye guests of my house and my maidens, A stranger, have ye accounted me, An alien, have I become in their eyes;
Ame siwo va dze gbɔnye kple nye nyɔnudɔlawo bum amedzroe eye mezu du bubu me tɔ le wo ŋkume.
16 To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him;
Meyɔ nye dɔla gake metɔ o togbɔ be metsɔ nye nu ɖe kuku nɛ hafi.
17 My breath, is strange to my wife, and I am loathsome to the sons of my own mother;
Nye nu me le ʋeʋẽm ɖe nye ŋutɔ srɔ̃nye eye mele ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ nɔvinye ŋutsuwo.
18 Even young children, despise me, I rise up, and they speak against me;
Ŋutsuvi suewo gɔ̃ hã koam eye ne meva do la, woɖua fewu le ŋunye.
19 All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me;
Mele ŋu nyɔm na xɔ̃nye veviwo katã eye ame siwo melɔ̃ la, tso ɖe ŋutinye.
20 Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.
Mezu ŋutilã kple ƒu ɖeɖe, eye meɖo kudo nu.
21 Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me!
“Mikpɔ nye nublanui, xɔ̃nyewo, mikpɔ nublanui nam elabena Mawu ƒe asi ƒom.
22 Wherefore should ye persecute me as GOD? and, with my flesh, should not he satisfied?
Nu ka ta mieti yonyeme abe ale si Mawu ti yonyemee ene? Nye ŋutilã si mieɖu la mesɔ gbɔ na mi oa?
23 Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed:
“O nenye ɖe woaŋlɔ nye nyawo ɖi, nenye ɖe woaŋlɔe ɖe agbalẽ me eye
24 That, with a stylus of iron and [with] lead, for all time—in the rock, they could be graven!
nenye ɖe woatsɔ gayibɔnuŋlɔnu aɖee ɖe akɔblikpe dzi alo woaɖee ɖe agakpe dzi tegbee hã la, anyo ŋutɔ.
25 But, I, know that, my redeemer, liveth, and, as the Last over [my] dust, will he arise;
Menya be nye Xɔnametɔ le agbe, eye mlɔeba la, atsi tsitre ɖe anyigba dzi.
26 And, though, after my skin is struck off, this [followeth], yet, apart from my flesh, shall I see GOD:
Eye ne nye ŋutigbalẽ vuvu keŋkeŋkeŋ hã la, makpɔ Mawu le nye ŋutilã me,
27 Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, [shall] have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!
Nye ŋutɔ makpɔe, makpɔe kple nye ŋkuwo, menye ame bubu aɖeke tɔ o. Aleke nye dzi mehetsi dzi ɖe eŋui o!
28 Surely ye should say—Why should we persecute him? seeing, the root of the matter, is found in me.
“Ne miegblɔ be, ‘Aleke míadi vɔ̃ nɛ? Eya ŋutɔ gbɔ kuxiawo tso’ la,
29 Be ye afraid—on your part—of the face of the sword, because, wrath, [bringeth] the punishments of the sword, to the end ye may know the Almighty.
ekema yi nedo vɔvɔ̃ na miawo ŋutɔ elabena dziku atsɔ yi ahe toe eye mianya be ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃ li.”
