Job 16
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
2 I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
“Anụla m ọtụtụ ihe dịka ndị a; ndị nkasiobi na-eweta ọnọdụ ọjọọ ka unu niile bụ.
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
Ogologo okwu efu ndị a niile unu na-ekwu, ọ naghị akwụsị? Gịnị bụ nsogbu unu nke mere unu ji aga nʼihu na-arụ ụka niile ndị a?
4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
Mụ onwe m nwekwara ike ikwu okwu dịka unu, ma ọ bụrụ na unu nọ nʼọnọdụ m; enwere m ike kwuo okwu dị ụtọ na ntị megide unu, ma fufekwaa isi m megide unu.
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
Ma ọnụ m ga-agba unu ume; nkasiobi si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m ga-emekwa ka ihe mgbu unu dajụọ.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
“Ma ọ bụrụ na m ekwuo, adịghị egbochi ihe mgbu m, ọ bụrụ na m ahapụ ikwu okwu, ọdịghị esi nʼahụ m pụọ?
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
Nʼezie o Chineke, i meela ka ike gwụ m, i tidakwala ezinaụlọ m.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
I keela m agbụ; agbụ m abụrụla ihe akaebe megide m; ịta ahụ m ebiliela ịgba akaebe megide m.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
Chineke na-eweso m iwe, jiri iwe ya na-adọwasị m, ọ na-atakwa ikikere eze ya megide m; onye iro m na-achịchapụrụ m anya ya.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
Ụmụ mmadụ na-asaghe ọnụ ka ha chịa m ọchị, ha ji iti m aka nʼọnụ na-akwa m emo, jikọtakwa onwe ha megide m.
11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
Chineke ewerela m nyefee nʼaka ndị ajọ omume, tụbakwa m nʼaka ndị na-emebi iwu.
12 At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
Ihe na-agara m nke ọma, ma Chineke tipịara m. O jidere m nʼolu ma tiwasịa m. O meela m ihe ịgba ụta ya;
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
ndị ọgba ụta ya agbaala m gburugburu. Ọ na-agbawa akụrụ m na-enweghị ọmịiko mee ka oluilu m wụsịa nʼala.
14 He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
Mgbe niile, ọ na-emegide m; ọ na-achụso m dịka dike nʼagha.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
“Adụkọtala m akwa mkpe were ya kpuchie anụ ahụ m, liekwa ikuanya m nʼime ntụ.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
Ihu m na-acha ọbara ọbara site nʼakwa nke m na-akwa, onyinyo nke ọnwụ dịkwa gburugburu egbugbere anya m abụọ;
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
ma aka m emeghị ihe ike ọbụla, ọzọ ekpere m dịkwa ọcha.
18 O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
“Ala, biko, ezokwala ọbara m; mee ka akwa m ghara ịbụ ihe lara nʼiyi!
19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
Ọ bụladị ugbu a, onye akaebe m nọ nʼeluigwe, onye nkwuchite ọnụ m nọ nʼebe dị elu.
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
Onye na-arịọrọ m arịrịọ bụ enyi m, dịka m na-awụsara Chineke anya mmiri m.
21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
Nʼọnọdụ mmadụ ka ọ na-arịọ Chineke dịka mmadụ na-arịọ nʼihi enyi ya.
22 When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
“Naanị afọ ole na ole ga-agabiga tupu m ga nʼụzọ nke nlọghachi m na-adịghị.
