Job 17
1 “My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct and the grave is ready for me.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 “Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 For you have hidden their heart from understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 He who denounces his friends for plunder, even the eyes of his children will fail.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
6 “But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this. The innocent will stir himself up against the godless.
Ndị na-eme ihe ziri ezi na-akụja mgbe ha hụrụ nke a; ndị aka ha dị ọcha na-enwe mkpali megide ndị ajọ omume.
9 Yet the righteous will hold to his way. He who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.
Ma otu ọbụla ọ dị, ndị ezi omume ga-aga nʼihu nʼiso ụzọ ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-aga nʼihu nʼịdị ike.
10 But as for you all, come back. I will not find a wise man among you.
“Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
11 My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.
na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
Ọ bụrụ na ebe obibi m na-ele anya ya bụ ili, ọ bụrụ na m agbasaa ihe ndina m nʼelu ọchịchịrị, (Sheol h7585)
14 if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’
a sikwa na m asị ire ure, ‘Nna m ka ị bụ,’ maọbụ sị ikpuru ‘Nne m’ maọbụ ‘Nwanne m nwanyị,’
15 where then is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
