Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 O that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
“A sịkwarị na a pụrụ ịtụ ihe mgbu m ya na nhụju anya m niile nʼelu nʼihe ọtụtụ!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
Ọ ghaghị ịdị arọ karịa aja dị nʼọnụ mmiri ọtụtụ osimiri, nke mere okwu m ji ada ike ike.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Àkụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile gbara dị nʼime m; mmụọ m na-aṅụkwa nsi dị na ha; ihe egwu Chineke edoola onwe ha nʼusoro imegide m.
5 Doth the wild donkey bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe o nwere ahịhịa ọ na-ata, ka oke ehi ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe ihe oriri ya dị?
6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
A na-eri nri na-adịghị ụtọ ma e etinyeghị ya nnu, ka o nwere ụtọ dị na eso ọkwụrụ?
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my loathsome food.
A jụrụ m ịmetụ ya aka, nʼihi na nri dị otu a na-eme ka m daa ọrịa.
8 O that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
“O, asị nnọọ na a ga-emere m ihe m na-arịọ, na Chineke ga-enye m ihe m na-atụ anya ya.
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Ọbụladị ka Chineke kwe igwepịa m ka ọ tọpụ aka ya, bipụ ndụ m.
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Mgbe ahụ, aga m enwe nkasiobi a, wụlikwaa elu nʼime ihe mgbu na-adịgide, na o nwebeghị oge ọbụla m gọnarịrị okwu nke Onye ahụ dị nsọ.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
“Ike gịnị ka m nwere, na m ga-anọgide na-enwe olileanya ndụ? Ọganihu gịnị dị, na m na-anọgide na-enwe ndidi?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike nkume? Ka anụ ahụ m ọ bụ bronz?
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike inyere onwe m aka, ugbu a, e siterela nʼebe m nọ wezuga nzube?
14 To him that is afflicted pity should be shown from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
“Onye ọbụla nʼejichi ebere site nʼebe enyi ya nọ na-agbakụta egwu Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile azụ.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
Ma ụmụnna m bụ ndị a na-ekwesighị ịdabere na ha, dịka iyi mmiri na-akọ, dịka iyi nke na-etofe ọnụ ya,
16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and in which the snow is hid:
nke na-eji ojii nʼihi mkpụrụ mmiri oyi, nke unyi jupụtara nʼihi mgbaze nke mkpụrụ mmiri oyi.
17 In the time when they become warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Nke na-akwụsị ịsọpụta nʼoge ọkọchị, nke na-ata ata nʼihi okpomọkụ.
18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
Ndị ije na-atụgharị site nʼokporoụzọ ije ha. Ha na-arịgo nʼala akọrọ si otu a laa nʼiyi.
19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
Ndị ije si Tema na-ele anya mmiri, otu a kwa ndị ahịa Sheba na-ele anya nʼolileanya.
20 They were confounded because they had hoped; they came there, and were ashamed.
Obi mgbu na-ejide ha nʼihi na ha nwere ntụkwasị obi, ha bịarutere ebe ahụ, bụrụ ndị emenyere ihere.
21 For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
Ma ugbu a, unu egosila na unu abaghị uru, unu ahụla ihe na-eyi egwu ma ụjọ ejidela unu.
22 Did I say, Bring to me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
O nweela mgbe m sịrị unu, ‘Nyenụ ihe ọbụla nʼọnọdụ m, sitenụ nʼakụnụba unu kwụọ ụgwọ ịgbapụta m,
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
gbapụtanụ m nʼaka ndị iro, maọbụ napụtanụ m nʼaka ndị na-enweghị obi ebere’?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand how I have erred.
“Zienụ m ihe ga-eme ka m mechie ọnụ, gosi m ebe m si mejọọ.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
Eziokwu na-egbu mgbu nʼobi! Ma gịnị ka ịrụ ụka unu na-ewepụta?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
Ị chọrọ idozi okwu ọnụ m? Si otu a mee ka okwu onye ike gwụrụ ghọọ ikuku efu?
27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
Unu nwere ike ife nza nʼisi onye na-enweghị nna, ma refukwaa enyi unu.
28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident to you if I lie.
“Lezie m anya nke ọma, ọ dị unu ka m nwere ike ilegide unu anya gwa unu okwu ụgha?
29 Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
Kwụsịnụ ihe unu na-eme. Unu abụla ndị na-eme ihe na-ezighị ezi, tuleenụ ihe unu na-eme, nʼihi na ezi omume m ka guzosiri ike.
30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
Ọ dị ihe ọjọọ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m abụọ pụta? Ọ bụ na ọnụ m apụghị ịchọpụta nzube iro?
