Job 20
1 And Zophar the Naamathite answereth and saith: —
Mgbe ahụ, Zofa onye Neama zara sị:
2 Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
“Enweghị udo nke echiche m na-akpali m izaghachi nʼihi na anọ m na mwute dị ukwuu.
3 The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:
Anụla m okwu mkparị nke ileda anya nye m, ma nghọta m na-akpalịte m ịzaghachi gị.
4 This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
“Nʼezie, ị maara otu ọ dị site na mgbe ochie, ya bụ kemgbe e debere mmadụ nʼụwa.
5 That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
Obi ụtọ nke onye na-emebi iwu na-adị nwa mgbe nta, ọṅụ nke ndị na-amaghị Chineke na-anọ naanị nwa oge.
6 Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike —
Nʼagbanyeghị na ịnya isi ya ga-eru eluigwe, na isi ya ga-emetụkwa igwe ojii;
7 As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where [is] he?'
ọ ga-ala nʼiyi ebighị ebi, dịka nsị ya onwe ya nyụrụ; ndị maara ya ga-ajụ, ‘Olee ebe ọ nọ?’
8 As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
Ọ ga-efelaga dịka nrọ, agaghị achọtakwa ya mgbe ọbụla, dịka ọhụ abalị nke e chefuru echefu.
9 The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
Anya hụrụ ya na mbụ agaghị ahụkwa ya ọzọ, ebe obibi ya agaghị elegidekwa ya anya ọzọ.
10 His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
Ụmụ ya ga-achọ ihuọma site nʼaka ndị ogbenye; aka ya abụọ kwa ga-enyeghachi akụ ya.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
Ọkpụkpụ ya nke jupụtara nʼike okorobịa ga-eso ya bụrụ ihe a ghanyere na ntụ.
12 Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,
“Ọ bụ ezie na ihe ọjọọ na-atọ ya ụtọ nʼọnụ, na ọ na-ezokwa ya nʼokpuru ire ya;
13 Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,
ọ bụ ezie na ọ pụghị nʼịhapụ ya, ọ na-edebe ya nʼọnụ ya,
14 His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps [is] in his heart.
ma nri ọ na-eri ga-aghọ ihe gbara ụka nʼafọ ya, ọ ga-aghọkwa elo agwọ nʼime afọ ya.
15 Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
Ọ ga-agbọpụta akụnụba niile o lodara; Chineke ga-eme ka o si nʼafọ ya gbọpụtachaa ha.
16 Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
Ọ ga-amịcha elo agwọ, eze agwọ ajụala ga-egbu ya.
17 He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
Ọ gaghị anụ ụtọ mmiri si nʼiyi, bụ iyi nke na-asọ asọ nke jupụtara na mmanụ aṅụ na mmiri ara ehi rahụrụ arahụ.
18 He is giving back [what] he laboured for, And doth not consume [it]; As a bulwark [is] his exchange, and he exults not.
Ihe ọ rụpụtara ka ọ ga-eji kwụghachi ụgwọ o ji na-erighị ma otu. Uru ọ zụtara nʼahịa agaghị abụrụ ya ihe ọṅụ.
19 For he oppressed — he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.
Nʼihi na ọ kpagburu ndị ogbenye, hapụ ha na-enweghị olileanya ọbụla, ọ nakọtakwara ụlọ nke ọ na-ewughị.
20 For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.
“Nʼezie, ọ gaghị enwe izuike site nʼoke ọchịchọ ya; ọ gaghị azọpụtakwa onwe ya site nʼụlọakụ ya.
21 There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
Ọ dịghị ihe fọdụụrụ ya iripịa, ọganihu ya agaghị adịgide.
22 In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
Nʼetiti ihe niile o nwere ka mkpagbu ga-abịakwasị ya, oke ịta ahụhụ ga-adakwasị ya.
23 It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.
Mgbe o rijuru afọ ka Chineke ga-eme ka iwe ya dị ọkụ megide ya, iti aka Chineke ga-adakwasị ya dịka mmiri ozuzo.
24 He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
Ọ bụrụ na o si na ngwa agha e ji igwe kpụọ gbalaga, àkụ nke e ji ọla bronz kpụọ ọnụ ya ga-amapu ya ahụ.
25 One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him [are] terrors.
Nʼazụ ya ka ọ na-esi mịpụta ya, site nʼumeju ya ka a ga-esi mịpụta ọnụ ya na-egbu amụma. Oke egwu dị iche iche ga-abịakwasị ya.
26 All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
Oke ọchịchịrị nọ na-echere akụnụba ya, ọkụ nke a na-afụnwughị afụnwu ga-erepịa ya ọ ga-erechapụkwa ihe niile fọdụrụ nʼụlọ ikwu ya.
27 Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
Eluigwe ga-ekpughe ikpe ọmụma ya ụwa niile ga-ebili megide ya.
28 Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
Idee mmiri ga-ebupu ụlọ ya; oke mmiri okwukwo nʼụbọchị iwe Chineke.
29 This [is] the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.
Nke a bụ oke nke Chineke debeere ndị na-emebi iwu, ya bụkwa ihe nketa nke Chineke kwadooro ha.”
