Job 31
1 A covenant, I solemnised for mine eyes, —How then could I gaze upon a virgin?
“Mụ na anya m gbara ndụ kpebie na o nweghị mgbe m ga-ele nwaagbọghọ ọbụla anya nʼihi agụụ ịkwa iko.
2 Or what would have been my portion of GOD from above? Or what inheritance of the Almighty from on high?
Nʼihi na, gịnị bụ oke mmadụ ketara nʼaka Chineke onye bi nʼelu; gịnị bụkwa ihe nketa ya site nʼaka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile nọ nʼelu?
3 Is there not calamity, for the perverse? and misfortune, for the workers of iniquity?
Ọ bụghị mbibi nye ndị ajọ omume, nhụju anya nye ndị na-eme ihe ọjọọ?
4 Would, he, not see my ways? and of all my steps, take account?
Ọ bụ na ọ naghị ahụ ụzọ m niile, gụọkwa nzọ ukwu m niile ọnụ?
5 Verily I walked not in falsity, nor did my foot haste unto deceit: —
“Ọ bụrụ na m gara ije nʼụzọ ụgha maọbụ na ụkwụ m mere ngwangwa gbasoro ụzọ aghụghọ,
6 Let him weigh me in balances of righteousness, —and let GOD take note of mine integrity!
ka Chineke were ihe ọtụtụ ziri ezi tụọ m, ọ ga-amata na m bụ onye na-enweghị ịta ụta.
7 If my goings have swerved from the way, —and, after mine eyes, hath gone my heart, and, to my hands, hath adhered any stain,
Ọ bụrụ na nzọ ụkwụ m si nʼụzọ wezuga onwe ya, ọ bụrụ anya m na-edu obi m, ma ọ bụkwanụ na aka m abụọ bụ ihe e merụrụ emerụ,
8 Let me sow but, another, eat. And let, what I have springing up, be uprooted!
ọ bụrụ otu a, ka onye ọzọ rie ihe m kụrụ nʼubi, ka e hopuchakwa ihe niile m kụrụ nʼubi.
9 If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, or, by the door of my neighbour, I have lien in wait,
“Ọ bụrụ na ọ gụọla obi m agụụ ijekwuru nwanyị ọzọ, maọbụ na m ezoola nʼọnụ ụzọ onye agbataobi m,
10 Let my wife, grind to another, and, over her, let others bend!
mgbe ahụ, ka nwunye m kwọọrọ nwoke ọzọ nri, ka ndị ikom ọzọ dinaa ya.
11 Surely that had been a shameful thing! and that an iniquity for the judges!
Nʼihi na nke ahụ ga-abụ ihe ihere, bụrụkwa mmehie kwesiri ka e kpee ya ikpe.
12 Surely, a fire, had that been, which, unto destruction, would have consumed, and, of all mine increase, had it torn up the root.
Ọ bụ ọkụ na-ere ruo nʼebe ịla nʼiyi; nke pụrụ ihopu ihe owuwe ubi m niile.
13 If I refused the right of my servant, or my handmaid, when they contended with me,
“Ọ bụrụ na m jụrụ ikpe ikpe ziri ezi nye nwoke maọbụ nwanyị ọbụla na-ejere m ozi mgbe ha nwere mkpesa megide m,
14 What then could I have done when GOD rose up? And, when he visited, what could I have answered him?
gịnị ka m ga-eme mgbe Chineke bịakwutere m? Gịnị ka m ga-aza ya mgbe ọ jụrụ m ajụjụ?
15 Did not he who, in the womb, made me, make him? And is not he who formed us in the body one?
Ọ bụ na ọ bụghị onye kpụrụ m nʼafọ nne m mekwara ha? Ọ bụghị ya kpụrụ anyị abụọ nʼafọ nne anyị?
16 If I withheld—from pleasure—the poor, or, the eyes of the widow, I dimmed;
“Ọ bụrụ na m ajụ inye ndị ogbenye ihe dị ha mkpa, ma ọ bụrụkwa na m eme ka anya nwanyị di ya nwụrụ dalaa ya nʼisi,
17 Or, used to eat my morsel alone, so that the fatherless did not eat thereof;
ọ bụrụ na m dobere ihe oriri m maka naanị m, ma jụ inye ya ụmụ mgbei;
18 Surely, from my youth, he grew up to me, as to a father, and, from my birth, I acted as guide to her:
ma site nʼokorobịa m, azụlitere m ha dịka nna kwesiri, ọ bụkwa site na nwantakịrị ka m bụ onyendu nye nwanyị di ya nwụrụ.
19 If I saw one perishing for lack of clothing, or that the needy had no covering;
Ọ bụrụ na ọ dị mgbe m hụrụ onye na-ala nʼiyi nʼihi enweghị akwa, maọbụ onye nọ nʼụkọ nke na-enweghị uwe,
20 If his loins did not bless me, or if, with the fleece of my lambs, he did not warm himself;
ma obi ha agọzighị m nʼihi iji ajị sitere nʼụmụ atụrụ m mee ka o nwee okpomọkụ nʼahụ ya.
21 If I shook—against the fatherless—my hand, when I saw, in the gate, his need of my help,
Ọ bụrụ na m eweliela aka m megide onye nna ya nwụrụ, nʼihi na m mara na m nwere nkwuwa okwu nʼụlọikpe,
22 Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;
mgbe ahụ, ka aka m si nʼubu m dapụ, ka e tijiekwa ogwe aka m site na nkwonkwo ya.
23 For, a dread unto me, was calamity from GOD, and, from his majesty, I could not escape.
Nʼihi na atụrụ m egwu mbibi na-esite nʼaka Chineke, nʼihi egwu ebube ya, enweghị m ike ime ihe ndị a.
24 If I made gold my stay, and, to precious metal, said, My confidence!
“Ọ bụrụ na ntụkwasị obi m dị nʼọlaedo, maọbụ na m sị ọlaedo a nụchara anụcha, ‘Ị bụ ebe ndabere m.’
25 If I rejoiced because great was my substance, and, an abundance, my hand had discovered;
Ọ bụrụ na m ṅụrịrị ọṅụ nʼihi oke akụ m, ihe nnweta nke aka m ritere nʼuru,
26 If I looked at the sun, when it flashed forth light, or at the moon, majestically marching along;
ọ bụrụ na m legidere anyanwụ anya nʼebube ya, maọbụ ọnwa nʼike nchawa ya,
27 And befooled secretly was my heart, so that my hand kissed my mouth,
nke ga-eme ka obi m bụrụ ihe a rafuru na nzuzo, maọbụ aka m abụrụ ihe e weliri ife ha ofufe,
28 That too, had been a judicial iniquity, For I should have been false to GOD, above.
mgbe ahụ, ihe ndị a ga-abụ mmehie nke a ga-ekpe ikpe, nʼihi na m gaara abụ onye na-ekwesighị ntụkwasị obi nye Chineke, Onye bi nʼelu.
29 If rejoiced in the misfortune of him that hated me, or exulted when calamity found him; —
“Ọ bụrụ na m ṅụrịrị ọṅụ nʼihi ọdachi nke dakwasịrị onye iro m maọbụ chịa ọchị nʼihi nsogbu nke dakwasịrị ya,
30 Neither did I suffer my palate to sin, by asking, with a curse, for his life:
ekwebeghị m ka ọnụ m mehie megide ha site nʼịbụ ndụ ha ọnụ.
31 If the men of my household have not said, Oh for some of his flesh—we cannot get filled,
Ọ bụrụ na o nwebeghị oge ndị nọ nʼezinaụlọ m kwuru okwu sị. ‘Onye ka ọ bụ nke na-erijubeghị afọ site nʼihe oriri Job na-enye?’
32 Outside, the sojourner lodged not for the night, My doors—to the wayfarer, I threw open.
Ma ọ dịghị onye ọbịa na-anọ ọnọdụ abalị nʼama, nʼihi ụzọ m na-eghe oghe mgbe ọbụla nye ndị ije.
33 If I covered, like Adam, my transgressions, by hiding in my bosom mine iniquity,
Ọ bụrụ na m na-ezo mmehie m dịka ndị ọzọ, site nʼizobe mmehie m nʼime obi m,
34 Then let me be made to tremble at a great throng, yea let, the contempt of families, terrify me, so that, keeping silence, I shall not go out of the door!
nʼihi na m tụrụ egwu igwe mmadụ, si otu a, tụọ oke egwu nʼihi nleda anya nke ndị agbụrụ dị iche iche, nke mere ka m gbaa nkịtị ghara ịpụ nʼezi.
35 Oh that I had one to hear me, Lo! my crossmark, May, the Almighty, answer me! And would that, a book, mine opponent had written!
(“O, a sị na o nwere onye ga-ege m ntị! Ana m ebinye aka m nʼokwu ngọpụ m, ka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile za m, ka onye na-ebo m ebubo depụta ihe o nwere megide m nʼakwụkwọ.
36 Oh! would I not, upon my shoulder, lift it, or bind it as a crown upon me;
Nʼezie, aga m eyiri ya nʼubu m, aga m eyinyekwa ya dịka okpueze.
37 The number of my footsteps, I would declare to him, Like a noble, would I draw near to him.
Aga m agụkọrọ ya nzọ ụkwụ m niile, aga m ejekwuru ya dịka ọkpara eze.)
38 If, against me, my ground used to cry out, and, together, my ridges did weep;
“Ọ bụrụ na ala m etie mkpu megide m, ọ bụrụ na olulu dị na ya ejupụta nʼanya mmiri,
39 If, the strength thereof, I used to eat, without payment, and, the soul of the holders thereof, I made groan;
ọ bụrụ na m eripịa ihe o mepụtara na-akwụghị ụgwọ, maọbụ mee ka mmụọ ndị bi nʼime ya daa mba,
40 Instead of wheat, let there come forth bramble, and, instead of barley, a bad-smelling weed! Ended are the words of Job.
ka ogwu pupụta nʼọnọdụ ọka wiiti, ka ahịhịa na-esi isi ọjọọ pupụtakwa nʼọnọdụ ọka balị.” Okwu Job agwụla.
