Job 32
1 So these three men ceased to respond to Job, because, he, was righteous in their eyes.
Mgbe ahụ, ndị ikom atọ ndị a kwusịrị ịsa Job okwu ọbụla ọzọ nʼihi na ọ hụrụ onwe ya dịka onye ezi omume.
2 Then was kindled the anger of Elihu, son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram, —against Job, was kindled his anger, because he justified his own soul rather than God;
Ma oke iwe were Elihu nwa Barakel onye obodo Buz, si nʼikwu Ram megide Job nʼihi na ọ gụrụ onwe ya dịka onye ezi omume karịa Chineke.
3 and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, —because that they found not a response, and condemned God.
Iwe wekwara ya nʼebe mmadụ atọ ndị enyi Job nọ, nʼihi na ọ dịghị ebe ha hụtara Job dịka onye ụzọ ya na-ezighị ezi, ma ha gara nʼihu ịma ya ikpe.
4 But, Elihu, had waited for Job with words, because the others were older than he.
Ma ruo ugbu a, Elihu agwaghị Job okwu ọbụla nʼihi na ndị ọzọ bụ okenye nʼebe ọ nọ.
5 Howbeit, when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men, then was kindled his anger.
Ma mgbe ọ hụrụ na ndị ikom atọ ndị a enweghị okwu ọzọ ha ga-ekwu, nke a kpasuru ya iwe.
6 So then Elihu, son of Barachel, the Buzite, responded and said: —Young, am I, whereas, ye, are aged, For this cause, I faltered, and feared—to shew my knowledge unto you:
Ma Elihu nwa Barakel onye obodo Buz zara sị: “Abụ m nwantakịrị nʼọnụọgụgụ afọ m gbara, ma unu bụ ndị okenye; ọ bụ nke a mere m ji gbaa nkịtị nʼụjọ, hapụ ịgwa unu ihe m maara.
7 I said, Days, should speak, —and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.
Echere m nʼobi m sị, ‘Ọnụọgụgụ afọ ga-ekwu okwu; ọtụtụ afọ ka ọ dịkwara ikuzi amamihe.’
8 Yet surely, there is a spirit in men, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth them understanding;
Ma ọ bụ mmụọ dị nʼime mmadụ, nkuume nke Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile na-enye nghọta.
9 Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.
Ọ bụghị naanị ndị okenye bụ ndị mara ihe, ọ bụkwaghị naanị ndị gbara ọtụtụ afọ bụ ndị na-aghọta ihe ziri ezi.
10 Therefore, I said, Hearken unto me, I will show my knowledge—even I.
“Ya mere m na-asị, Geenụ m ntị; mụ onwe m ga-agwa unu ihe m ma.
11 Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;
Echeere m oge niile unu na-ekwu okwu, egere m ntị na ntụgharị uche unu, oge niile unu na-achọpụta okwu unu ga-ekwu.
12 Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, —But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.
Egere m nnọọ unu ntị, ma ọ dịghị onye nʼime unu nwerela ike gosi Job ụzọ o si jehie; ọ dịghị onye nʼime unu zaghachiri ịrụ ụka ya.
13 Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.
Unu ekwula sị, ‘Anyị achọtala amamihe; ka Chineke na-abụghị mmadụ gosi ya mmehie ya.’
14 Since he directed not to me discourse, therefore, with your speeches, will I not reply to him.
Ma Job edozighị okwu ya nʼusoro megide m, ya mere agaghị m eji ịrụ ụka unu zaghachi ya.
15 They were dismayed, they responded no more, they suffered speech to forsake them;
“Ha adaala mba na-enweghị ihe ọzọ ha ga-ekwu; ike okwu agwụla ha.
16 Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.
M ga-echere, ugbu a ha deere duu, ugbu a ha guzo ebe ahụ na-enweghị ọsịsa?
17 I will respond, even I—on my part, I will shew my knowledge, even I!
Mụ onwe m ga-ekwu uche m; ihe m maara ka mụ onwe m ga-ekwu,
18 For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom, presseth me on.
nʼihi na okwu juru m ọnụ, ọ bụkwa mmụọ dị nʼime m na-akwagide m.
19 Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.
Nʼime m, adị m ka mmanya na-agbọ ụfụfụ a kwuchiri na karama, dịka karama akpụkpọ ọhụrụ dị njikere ịgbawa.
20 I will speak, that I may freely breathe, I will open my lips and respond.
Aga m ekwurịrị okwu ka m sị nʼụzọ dị otu a chọta izuike; aga m emeghe egbugbere ọnụ m ma zaghachi.
21 Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,
Agaghị m ekpe mmadụ ọbụla ikpe mmegide maọbụ jaa mmadụ ọbụla mma nʼụzọ na-ezighị ezi.
22 Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!
Nʼihi na ọ bụrụ na m bụ ọka nwere ire ụtọ nʼịja ihe na-ezighị ezi mma, Onye kere m ga-ewepụ m nʼoge na-adịghị anya.
