Job 8
1 And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: —
Ìgbà náà ni Bilidadi, ará Ṣuhi, sì dáhùn wí pé,
2 Till when dost thou speak these things? And a strong wind — sayings of thy mouth?
“Ìwọ yóò ti máa sọ nǹkan wọ̀nyí pẹ́ tó? Tí ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu rẹ̀ yóò sì máa bí ẹ̀fúùfù ńlá?
3 Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice?
Ọlọ́run a ha máa yí ìdájọ́ po bí? Tàbí Olódùmarè a máa gbé ẹ̀bi fún aláre?
4 If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,
Nígbà tí àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ ṣẹ̀ sí i, ó sì gbá wọn kúrò nítorí ìrékọjá wọn.
5 If thou dost seek early unto God, And unto the Mighty makest supplication,
Bí ìwọ bá sì ké pe Ọlọ́run ní àkókò, tí ìwọ sì gbàdúrà ẹ̀bẹ̀ sí Olódùmarè.
6 If pure and upright thou [art], Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.
Ìwọ ìbá jẹ́ mímọ, kí ó sì dúró ṣinṣin: ǹjẹ́ nítòótọ́ nísinsin yìí òun yóò tají fún ọ, òun a sì sọ ibùjókòó òdodo rẹ di púpọ̀.
7 And thy beginning hath been small, And thy latter end is very great.
Ìpilẹ̀ṣẹ̀ rẹ ìbá tilẹ̀ kéré si í, bẹ́ẹ̀ ìgbẹ̀yìn rẹ ìbá pọ̀ sí i gidigidi.
8 For, ask I pray thee of a former generation, And prepare to a search of their fathers,
“Èmi bẹ̀ ọ́ ǹjẹ́, béèrè lọ́wọ́ àwọn ará ìgbà nì kí o sì kíyèsi ìwádìí àwọn baba wọn.
9 (For of yesterday we [are], and we know not, For a shadow [are] our days on earth.)
Nítorí pé ọmọ-àná ni àwa, a kò sì mọ nǹkan, nítorí pé òjìji ni ọjọ́ wa ni ayé.
10 Do they not shew thee — speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?
Àwọn kì yóò wa kọ ọ́, wọn kì yóò sì sọ fún ọ? Wọn kì yóò sì sọ̀rọ̀ láti inú òye wọn jáde wá?
11 'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
Papirusi ha lè dàgbà láìní ẹrẹ̀ tàbí eèsún ha lè dàgbà láìlómi?
12 While it [is] in its budding — uncropped, Even before any herb it withereth.
Nígbà tí ó wà ní tútù, tí a kò ké e lulẹ̀, ó rọ dànù, ewéko gbogbo mìíràn hù dípò rẹ̀.
13 So [are] the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ipa ọ̀nà gbogbo àwọn tí ó gbàgbé Ọlọ́run, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ìrètí àwọn àgàbàgebè yóò di òfo.
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
Àbá ẹni tí a ó kèé kúrò, àti ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé ẹni tí ó dàbí ilé aláǹtakùn.
15 He leaneth on his house — and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it — and it abideth not.
Yóò fi ara ti ilé rẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n kì yóò lè dúró, yóò fi di ara rẹ̀ mú ṣinṣin ṣùgbọ́n kì yóò lè dúró pẹ́.
16 Green he [is] before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
Ó tutù bí irúgbìn tí a bomirin níwájú oòrùn, ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ sì yọ jáde nínú ọgbà rẹ̀.
17 By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
Gbòǹgbò rẹ̀ ta yí ebè ká, ó sì wó ibi òkúta wọ̀n-ọn-nì.
18 If [one] doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
Bí ó bá sì pa á run kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀, nígbà náà ni ipò náà yóò sọ, ‘Èmi kò ri ọ rí!’
19 Lo, this [is] the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'
Kíyèsi i, ayé rẹ̀ gbẹ dànù àti láti inú ilẹ̀ ní irúgbìn òmíràn yóò hù jáde wá.
20 Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.
“Kíyèsi i, Ọlọ́run kì yóò ta ẹni òtítọ́ nù, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì yóò ran oníwà búburú lọ́wọ́
21 While he filleth with laughter thy mouth, And thy lips with shouting,
títí yóò fi fi ẹ̀rín kún ọ ní ẹnu, àti ètè rẹ pẹ̀lú ìhó ayọ̀,
22 Those hating thee do put on shame, And the tent of the wicked is not!
ìtìjú ní a o fi bo àwọn tí ó kórìíra rẹ̀, àti ibùjókòó ènìyàn búburú kì yóò sí mọ́.”
