Job 17
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
2 If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
3 Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
“Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
4 For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
5 For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
“Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
8 Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
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 And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
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 Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
“Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
12 Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because 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 To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
a sikwa na m asị ire ure, ‘Nna m ka ị bụ,’ maọbụ sị ikpuru ‘Nne m’ maọbụ ‘Nwanne m nwanyị,’
15 And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
