Hiob 17
1 Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu belibelibeli, nye ŋkekewo hã le kpuie eye yɔdo le lalayem.
My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
2 Vavãe, fewuɖulawo ƒo xlãm, ele be nye ŋkuwo nanɔ woƒe amenuɖiaɖia ŋu.
Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
3 “O Mawu, tsɔ ŋugbedodo si dim nèle la nam. Ame kae gali si ade megbe nam?
God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
4 Ètu woƒe susu ɖe gɔmesese ŋu eya ta màna woƒe alɔ nade dzi o.
You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
5 Ne ame aɖe gbe exɔlɔ̃wo ɖe nu si woanae ta la, viawo ƒe ŋkuwo atsi.
They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
6 “Mawu tsɔm wɔ lodonue na ame sia ame, ame si ƒe ŋkume amewo ɖea ta ɖo gɔ̃ hã.
He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
7 Nuxaxa na be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ eye nye ameti blibo la mele abe vɔvɔli ene.
My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
8 Ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe mo wɔ yaa le esia ta; dɔ me ve ame maɖifɔwo ɖe mawumavɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
9 Ke hã la, ame dzɔdzɔewo alé woƒe mɔwo me ɖe asi eye asi dzadzɛtɔwo akpɔ ŋusẽ ɖe edzi.
Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
10 “Mi katã mitrɔ va ko, migadze agbagba kpɔ! Gake nyemakpɔ nunyala aɖeke le mia dome o.
Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
11 Nye ŋkekewo va yi, nye ɖoɖowo me gblẽ eye nenema kee nye nye dzi ƒe didiwo hã.
My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
12 Ame siawo trɔ zã wòzu ŋkeke, ke esi viviti do ɖe wo la, wogblɔ be, ‘Kekeli tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ’
They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
What am I looking for? To make my home in Sheol, to make my bed in darkness? (Sheol h7585)
14 ne megblɔ na zãnuxɔxɔ be, ‘Wòe nye fofonye,’ eye megblɔ na ŋɔvi be, ‘Wòe nye danye’ alo ‘Wòe nye nɔvinye nyɔnu’ la,
Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
15 ekema afi ka nye mɔkpɔkpɔ la le?
So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
