Hiob 17
1 Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu belibelibeli, nye ŋkekewo hã le kpuie eye yɔdo le lalayem.
“My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
2 Vavãe, fewuɖulawo ƒo xlãm, ele be nye ŋkuwo nanɔ woƒe amenuɖiaɖia ŋu.
If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
3 “O Mawu, tsɔ ŋugbedodo si dim nèle la nam. Ame kae gali si ade megbe nam?
Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
4 Ètu woƒe susu ɖe gɔmesese ŋu eya ta màna woƒe alɔ nade dzi o.
For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
5 Ne ame aɖe gbe exɔlɔ̃wo ɖe nu si woanae ta la, viawo ƒe ŋkuwo atsi.
For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 “Mawu tsɔm wɔ lodonue na ame sia ame, ame si ƒe ŋkume amewo ɖea ta ɖo gɔ̃ hã.
And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
7 Nuxaxa na be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ eye nye ameti blibo la mele abe vɔvɔli ene.
And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
8 Ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe mo wɔ yaa le esia ta; dɔ me ve ame maɖifɔwo ɖe mawumavɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
9 Ke hã la, ame dzɔdzɔewo alé woƒe mɔwo me ɖe asi eye asi dzadzɛtɔwo akpɔ ŋusẽ ɖe edzi.
And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds strength.
10 “Mi katã mitrɔ va ko, migadze agbagba kpɔ! Gake nyemakpɔ nunyala aɖeke le mia dome o.
But please return and come in, all of you, And I do not 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 days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Ame siawo trɔ zã wòzu ŋkeke, ke esi viviti do ɖe wo la, wogblɔ be, ‘Kekeli tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ’
They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait—Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my bed. (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,
To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
15 ekema afi ka nye mɔkpɔkpɔ la le?
And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
