Job 24
1 Wherefore, since from the Almighty times are not hid, have, his knowing ones, no vision of his days?
“Ṣe bí ìgbà kò pamọ́ lọ́dọ̀ Olódùmarè fún ìdájọ́? Èéṣe tí ojúlùmọ̀ rẹ̀ kò fi rí ọjọ́ rẹ̀?
2 Boundaries, men move back, flocks, they seize and consume;
Wọ́n a sún àmì ààlà ilẹ̀, wọ́n á fi agbára kó agbo ẹran lọ, wọ́n a sì bọ́ wọn.
3 The ass of the fatherless, they drive off, they take in pledge the ox of the widow;
Wọ́n á sì da kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ aláìní baba lọ, wọ́n a sì gba ọ̀dá màlúù opó ní ohun ògo.
4 They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.
Wọ́n á bi aláìní kúrò lójú ọ̀nà, àwọn tálákà ayé a fi agbára sá pamọ́.
5 Lo! [as] wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;
Kíyèsi i, bí i kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó nínú ijù ni àwọn tálákà jáde lọ sí iṣẹ́ wọn, wọ́n a tètè dìde láti wá ohun ọdẹ; ijù pèsè oúnjẹ fún wọn àti fún àwọn ọmọ wọn.
6 In the field—a man’s fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;
Olúkúlùkù a sì sá ọkà oúnjẹ ẹran rẹ̀ nínú oko, wọn a sì ká ọgbà àjàrà ènìyàn búburú.
7 Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;
Ní ìhòhò ni wọn máa sùn láìní aṣọ, tí wọn kò ní ìbora nínú òtútù.
8 With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.
Ọ̀wààrà òjò òkè ńlá sì pa wọ́n, wọ́n sì lẹ̀ mọ́ àpáta nítorí tí kò sí ààbò.
9 Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;
Wọ́n já ọmọ aláìní baba kúrò ní ẹnu ọmú, wọ́n sì gbà ọmọ tálákà nítorí gbèsè.
10 Naked, they go about without clothing, and, famished, they carry the sheaves;
Wọ́n rìn kiri ní ìhòhò láìní aṣọ; àwọn tí ebi ń pa rẹrù ìdì ọkà.
11 Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;
Àwọn ẹni tí ń fún òróró nínú àgbàlá wọn, tí wọ́n sì ń tẹ ìfúntí àjàrà, síbẹ̀ òǹgbẹ sì ń gbẹ wọn.
12 Out of the city—out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.
Àwọn ènìyàn ń kérora láti ìlú wá, ọkàn àwọn ẹni tí ó gbọgbẹ́ kígbe sókè fún ìrànlọ́wọ́ síbẹ̀ Ọlọ́run kò kíyèsi àṣìṣe náà.
13 They, have become rebels against the light, —they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.
“Àwọn ni ó wà nínú àwọn tí ó ṣọ̀tẹ̀ sí ìmọ́lẹ̀, wọn kò mọ̀ ipa ọ̀nà rẹ̀, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni wọn kò dúró nípa ọ̀nà rẹ̀.
14 With the light, riseth the murderer, He slayeth the poor and needy, And, in the night, he becometh like a thief.
Apànìyàn a dìde ní àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́, a sì pa tálákà àti aláìní, àti ní òru a di olè.
15 And, the eye of the adulterer, watcheth for the evening twilight, saying, Not an eye will see me! A covering for the face, he putteth on;
Ojú alágbèrè pẹ̀lú dúró kí ilẹ̀ ṣú díẹ̀; ‘Ó ní, ojú ẹnìkan kì yóò rí mi,’ ó sì fi ìbòjú bojú rẹ̀.
16 He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, —By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;
Ní òkùnkùn wọn á rúnlẹ̀ wọlé, tí wọ́n ti fi ojú sọ fún ara wọn ní ọ̀sán, wọn kò mọ̀ ìmọ́lẹ̀.
17 For, in the case of all such, morning to them is the death-shade, For, to be recognised, is a death-shade terror.
Nítorí pé bí òru dúdú ní òwúrọ̀ fún gbogbo wọn; nítorí tí wọn sì mọ̀ ìbẹ̀rù òkùnkùn.
18 Swift is he on the face of the waters, Speedily vanished their share in the land, He turneth not to the way of the vineyards.
“Ó yára lọ bí ẹni lójú omi; ìpín wọn ní ilé ayé ni a ó parun; òun kò rìn lọ mọ́ ní ọ̀nà ọgbà àjàrà.
Gẹ́gẹ́ bi ọ̀dá àti òru ní í mú omi òjò-dídì yọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ní isà òkú í run àwọn tó dẹ́ṣẹ̀. (Sheol h7585)
20 Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.
Inú ìbímọ yóò gbàgbé rẹ̀, kòkòrò ní yóò máa fi adùn jẹun lára rẹ̀; a kì yóò rántí ènìyàn búburú mọ́; bẹ́ẹ̀ ní a ó sì ṣẹ ìwà búburú bí ẹní ṣẹ́ igi.
21 He oppresseth the barren who beareth not, and, to the widow, he doeth not good;
Ẹni tí o hù ìwà búburú sí àgàn tí kò ṣe rere sí opó.
22 Yea he draggeth along the mighty by his strength, He riseth up, and none hath assurance of life;
Ọlọ́run fi ipá agbára rẹ̀ fa alágbára, bí wọ́n tilẹ̀ fìdímúlẹ̀, kò sí ìrètí ìyè fún wọn.
23 It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.
Ọlọ́run sì fi àìléwu fún un, àti nínú èyí ni a ó sì tì i lẹ́yìn, ojú rẹ̀ sì wà ní ipa ọ̀nà wọn.
24 They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.
A gbé wọn lékè nígbà díẹ̀, wọ́n kọjá lọ; a sì rẹ̀ wọ́n sílẹ̀, a sì mú wọn kúrò ní ọ̀nà bí àwọn ẹlòmíràn, a sì ké wọn kúrò bí orí síírí ọkà bàbà.
25 But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?
“Ǹjẹ́, bí kò bá rí bẹ́ẹ̀ nísinsin yìí, ta ni yóò mú mi ní èké, tí yóò sì sọ ọ̀rọ̀ mi di aláìníláárí?”
