Hiob 17
1 Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu belibelibeli, nye ŋkekewo hã le kpuie eye yɔdo le lalayem.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Vavãe, fewuɖulawo ƒo xlãm, ele be nye ŋkuwo nanɔ woƒe amenuɖiaɖia ŋu.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 “O Mawu, tsɔ ŋugbedodo si dim nèle la nam. Ame kae gali si ade megbe nam?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 Ètu woƒe susu ɖe gɔmesese ŋu eya ta màna woƒe alɔ nade dzi o.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 Ne ame aɖe gbe exɔlɔ̃wo ɖe nu si woanae ta la, viawo ƒe ŋkuwo atsi.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 “Mawu tsɔm wɔ lodonue na ame sia ame, ame si ƒe ŋkume amewo ɖea ta ɖo gɔ̃ hã.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Nuxaxa na be nye ŋkuwo dzi tsyɔ eye nye ameti blibo la mele abe vɔvɔli ene.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe mo wɔ yaa le esia ta; dɔ me ve ame maɖifɔwo ɖe mawumavɔ̃lawo ŋuti.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 Ke hã la, ame dzɔdzɔewo alé woƒe mɔwo me ɖe asi eye asi dzadzɛtɔwo akpɔ ŋusẽ ɖe edzi.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 “Mi katã mitrɔ va ko, migadze agbagba kpɔ! Gake nyemakpɔ nunyala aɖeke le mia dome o.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 Nye ŋkekewo va yi, nye ɖoɖowo me gblẽ eye nenema kee nye nye dzi ƒe didiwo hã.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 Ame siawo trɔ zã wòzu ŋkeke, ke esi viviti do ɖe wo la, wogblɔ be, ‘Kekeli tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ’
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made 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,
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 ekema afi ka nye mɔkpɔkpɔ la le?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
