Hiob 17
1 Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu belibelibeli, nye ŋkekewo hã le kpuie eye yɔdo le lalayem.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 Vavãe, fewuɖulawo ƒo xlãm, ele be nye ŋkuwo nanɔ woƒe amenuɖiaɖia ŋu.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 “O Mawu, tsɔ ŋugbedodo si dim nèle la nam. Ame kae gali si ade megbe nam?
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 Ètu woƒe susu ɖe gɔmesese ŋu eya ta màna woƒe alɔ nade dzi o.
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 Ne ame aɖe gbe exɔlɔ̃wo ɖe nu si woanae ta la, viawo ƒe ŋkuwo atsi.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 “Mawu tsɔm wɔ lodonue na ame sia ame, ame si ƒe ŋkume amewo ɖea ta ɖo gɔ̃ hã.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 Nuxaxa na be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ eye nye ameti blibo la mele abe vɔvɔli ene.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 Ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe mo wɔ yaa le esia ta; dɔ me ve ame maɖifɔwo ɖe mawumavɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 Ke hã la, ame dzɔdzɔewo alé woƒe mɔwo me ɖe asi eye asi dzadzɛtɔwo akpɔ ŋusẽ ɖe edzi.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 “Mi katã mitrɔ va ko, migadze agbagba kpɔ! Gake nyemakpɔ nunyala aɖeke le mia dome o.
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 Nye ŋkekewo va yi, nye ɖoɖowo me gblẽ eye nenema kee nye nye dzi ƒe didiwo hã.
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 Ame siawo trɔ zã wòzu ŋkeke, ke esi viviti do ɖe wo la, wogblɔ be, ‘Kekeli tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ’
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made 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,
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 ekema afi ka nye mɔkpɔkpɔ la le?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
