Job 2
1 And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst to station himself by Jehovah.
Ụbọchị ọzọkwa, ụmụ Chineke bịakwara igosi onwe ha nʼihu Onyenwe anyị. Ekwensu sonyekwaara ha ọzọ bịakwa igosi onwe ya nʼihu ya.
2 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Whence camest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down in it.'
Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị jụkwara ekwensu ajụjụ sị, “Ebee ka i si abịa?” Ekwensu zara onyenwe anyị, “Site nʼịwagharị nʼụwa na site nʼịgagharị ihu na azụ nʼime ya.”
3 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'
Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị sịrị ekwensu, “I leziela ohu m nwoke Job anya? Ọ dịghị onye ọzọ dị nʼụwa nke dịka ya. Ọ bụ nwoke zuruoke, onye na-emekwa ihe ziri ezi. Ọ bụ onye na-atụ egwu Chineke, na-adịghị etinye aka ya nʼihe ọjọọ ọbụla. Ọ ka jidekwara izuoke ya, nʼagbanyeghị na ị kpaliri m imegide ya ka m laa ya nʼiyi mgbe ọ na-adịghị ihe o mere.”
4 And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'A skin for a skin, and all that a man hath he doth give for his life.
Ekwensu zaghachiri Onyenwe anyị, “Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ lara akpụkpọ anụ ahụ; mmadụ ga-enye ihe niile o nwere nʼọnọdụ ndụ ya.
5 Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh — if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'
Setịpụ aka gị metụ akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya na ọkpụkpụ ya, ọ ghakwaghị ị bụ gị ọnụ nʼihu gị.”
6 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, he [is] in thy hand; only his life take care of.'
Onyenwe anyị sịrị ekwensu, “Lee, ọ nọ nʼaka gị. Kama ị ghaghị idebe ndụ ya.”
7 And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
Mgbe ahụ, ekwensu sitere nʼihu Onyenwe anyị pụọ. O were ọnya ọjọọ na-egbu mgbu tie Job, site nʼọbọ ụkwụ ya ruo nʼopi isi ya.
8 And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.
Job tụtụụrụ mpekele ite wara awa, jiri ya na-akọ onwe ya ọkọ nʼahụ, ma dinara nʼebe e kpokọtara ntụ.
9 And his wife saith to him, 'Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.'
Nwunye ya sịrị ya, “Ị ka na-eguzo nʼizuoke gị? Bụọ Chineke ọnụ, nwụọ.”
10 And he saith unto her, 'As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.
Ma ọ zara, “Ị na-ekwu okwu dịka otu nʼime ndị inyom nzuzu. Anyị ga-anata ihe ọma site nʼaka Chineke, hapụ ịnata ihe ọjọọ?” Ma nʼime nsogbu a niile, Job emehieghị site nʼikwu okwu ọjọọ ọbụla.
11 And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place — Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite — and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;
Mgbe ndị enyi Job atọ, Elifaz onye Teman, Bildad onye Shua na Zofa onye Neama, nụrụ banyere nsogbu niile dakwasịrị ya, ha biliri ije site nʼụlọ ha, ha zukọtara site na nkwekọrịta ịga nọnyere ya na ịkasị ya obi.
12 and they lift up their eyes from afar and have not discerned him, and they lift up their voice and weep, and rend each his robe, and sprinkle dust on their heads — heavenward.
Mgbe ha hụrụ ya site nʼebe dị anya, ha amataghị ya, ha weliri olu bido iti mkpu akwa, dọkaa uwe ha yi nʼahụ ha, kporo aja kpokwasị onwe ha nʼisi.
13 And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.
Ha sooro Job nọdụ nʼala ụbọchị asaa, ehihie na abalị. Ọ dịghị onye gwara ya okwu nʼihi na ha hụrụ otu ihe mgbu ya si dị ukwuu.
