Job 4
1 And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: —
Ìgbà náà ni Elifasi, ará Temani dáhùn wí pé,
2 Hath one tried a word with thee? — Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
“Bí àwa bá fi ẹnu lé e, láti bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀, ìwọ o ha banújẹ́? Ṣùgbọ́n ta ni ó lè pa ọ̀rọ̀ mọ́ ẹnu láìsọ?
3 Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.
Kíyèsi i, ìwọ sá ti kọ́ ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn, ìwọ ṣá ti mú ọwọ́ aláìlera le.
4 The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.
Ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ ti gbé àwọn tí ń ṣubú lọ dúró, ìwọ sì ti mú eékún àwọn tí ń wárìrì lera.
5 But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí ó dé bá ọ, ó sì rẹ̀ ọ́, ó kọlù ọ́; ara rẹ kò lélẹ̀.
6 Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope — the perfection of thy ways?
Ìbẹ̀rù Ọlọ́run rẹ kò ha jẹ́ ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé rẹ àti ìdúró ọ̀nà rẹ kò ha sì jẹ́ ìrètí rẹ?
7 Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?
“Èmi bẹ̀ ọ́ rántí, ta ni ó ṣègbé rí láìṣẹ̀? Tàbí níbo ni a gbé gé olódodo kúrò rí?
8 As I have seen — ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!
Àní bí èmi ti rí i pé, àwọn tí ń ṣe ìtulẹ̀ ẹ̀ṣẹ̀, tí wọ́n sì fún irúgbìn ìwà búburú, wọn a sì ká èso rẹ̀ náà.
9 From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.
Nípa ìfẹ́ sí Ọlọ́run wọn a ṣègbé, nípa èémí ìbínú rẹ̀ wọn a parun.
10 The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
Bíbú ramúramù kìnnìún àti ohùn òǹrorò kìnnìún àti eyín àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún ní a ká.
11 An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.
Kìnnìún kígbe, nítorí àìrí ohun ọdẹ, àwọn ẹgbọrọ kìnnìún sísanra ni a túká kiri.
12 And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí a fi ohun àṣírí kan hàn fún mi, etí mi sì gbà díẹ̀ nínú rẹ̀.
13 In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
Ní ìrò inú lójú ìran òru, nígbà tí oorun èjìká kùn ènìyàn.
14 Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
Ẹ̀rù bà mí àti ìwárìrì tí ó mú gbogbo egungun mi jí pépé.
15 And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
Nígbà náà ni ẹ̀mí kan kọjá lọ ní iwájú mi, irun ara mi dìde dúró ṣánṣán.
16 It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:
Ó dúró jẹ́ẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kò le wo àpẹẹrẹ ìrí rẹ̀, àwòrán kan hàn níwájú mi, ìdákẹ́rọ́rọ́ wà, mo sì gbóhùn kan wí pé,
17 'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
‘Ẹni kíkú le jẹ́ olódodo ju Ọlọ́run, ènìyàn ha le mọ́ ju ẹlẹ́dàá rẹ̀ bí?
18 Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'
Kíyèsi i, òun kò gbẹ́kẹ̀lé àwọn ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀, nínú àwọn angẹli rẹ̀ ní ó sì rí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀.
19 Also — the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
Mélòó mélòó àwọn tí ń gbé inú ilé amọ̀, ẹni tí ìpìlẹ̀ wọ́n jásí erùpẹ̀ tí yóò di rírun kòkòrò.
20 From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
A pa wọ́n run láàrín òwúrọ̀ àti àṣálẹ́ wọ́n sì parun títí láé, láìrí ẹni kà á sí.
21 Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!
A kò ha ké okùn iye wọ́n kúrò bí? Wọ́n kú, àní láìlọ́gbọ́n?’
