Job 4
1 Then responded Eliphaz the Temanite, and said: —
Ìgbà náà ni Elifasi, ará Temani dáhùn wí pé,
2 If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?
“Bí àwa bá fi ẹnu lé e, láti bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀, ìwọ o ha banújẹ́? Ṣùgbọ́n ta ni ó lè pa ọ̀rọ̀ mọ́ ẹnu láìsọ?
3 Lo! thou hast admonished many, and, slack hands, hast thou been wont to uphold:
Kíyèsi i, ìwọ sá ti kọ́ ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn, ìwọ ṣá ti mú ọwọ́ aláìlera le.
4 Him that was stumbling, have thy words raised up, and, sinking knees, hast thou strengthened.
Ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ ti gbé àwọn tí ń ṣubú lọ dúró, ìwọ sì ti mú eékún àwọn tí ń wárìrì lera.
5 But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed.
Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí ó dé bá ọ, ó sì rẹ̀ ọ́, ó kọlù ọ́; ara rẹ kò lélẹ̀.
6 Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?
Ìbẹ̀rù Ọlọ́run rẹ kò ha jẹ́ ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé rẹ àti ìdúró ọ̀nà rẹ kò ha sì jẹ́ ìrètí rẹ?
7 Remember, I pray thee, who, being innocent, hath perished, or when, the upright, have been cut off.
“Èmi bẹ̀ ọ́ rántí, ta ni ó ṣègbé rí láìṣẹ̀? Tàbí níbo ni a gbé gé olódodo kúrò rí?
8 So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:
Àní bí èmi ti rí i pé, àwọn tí ń ṣe ìtulẹ̀ ẹ̀ṣẹ̀, tí wọ́n sì fún irúgbìn ìwà búburú, wọn a sì ká èso rẹ̀ náà.
9 By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:
Nípa ìfẹ́ sí Ọlọ́run wọn a ṣègbé, nípa èémí ìbínú rẹ̀ wọn a parun.
10 [Notwithstanding] the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:
Bíbú ramúramù kìnnìún àti ohùn òǹrorò kìnnìún àti eyín àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún ní a ká.
11 The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.
Kìnnìún kígbe, nítorí àìrí ohun ọdẹ, àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún sísanra ni a túká kiri.
12 But, unto me, something was brought by stealth, —and mine ear caught a whispering of the same:
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí a fi ohun àṣírí kan hàn fún mi, etí mi sì gbà díẹ̀ nínú rẹ̀.
13 When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, —When deep sleep falleth upon men,
Ní ìrò inú lójú ìran òru, nígbà tí oorun èjìká kùn ènìyàn.
14 Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:
Ẹ̀rù bà mí àti ìwárìrì tí ó mú gbogbo egungun mi jí pépé.
15 Then, a spirit, over my face, floated along, The hair of my flesh bristled-up:
Nígbà náà ni ẹ̀mí kan kọjá lọ ní iwájú mi, irun ara mi dìde dúró ṣánṣán.
16 It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes, —A whispering voice, I heard: —
Ó dúró jẹ́ẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò le wo àpẹẹrẹ ìrí rẹ̀, àwòrán kan hàn níwájú mi, ìdákẹ́rọ́rọ́ wà, mo sì gbóhùn kan wí pé,
17 Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?
‘Ẹni kíkú le jẹ́ olódodo ju Ọlọ́run, ènìyàn ha le mọ́ ju ẹlẹ́dàá rẹ̀ bí?
18 Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:
Kíyèsi i, òun kò gbẹ́kẹ̀lé àwọn ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀, nínú àwọn angẹli rẹ̀ ní ó sì rí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀.
19 How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:
Mélòó mélòó àwọn tí ń gbé inú ilé amọ̀, ẹni tí ìpìlẹ̀ wọ́n jásí erùpẹ̀ tí yóò di rírun kòkòrò.
20 Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:
A pa wọ́n run láàrín òwúrọ̀ àti àṣálẹ́ wọ́n sì parun títí láé, láìrí ẹni kà á sí.
21 Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!
A kò ha ké okùn iye wọ́n kúrò bí? Wọ́n kú, àní láìlọ́gbọ́n?’
