Hiob 19
1 Hiob ɖo eŋu be,
Then Job answered, and said,
2 “Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miawɔ funyafunyam eye miatsɔ miaƒe nyawo agbãm?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 Zi ewo sɔŋue nye esi miedo vlom eye mieti kpo dze dzinye ŋumakpemakpetɔe.
These ten times ye have reproached me. Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.
4 Nenye nyateƒee be metra mɔ la, vodada sia nye nye ɖeka ko ƒe nya.
And be it indeed that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
5 Nenye vavãe miebe yewoakɔ mia ɖokuiwo ɖe dzi agbɔ tanye, ahazã vlo si wodom la aɖia nunyee la,
If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,
6 ekema minyae be Mawu dze agɔ le dzinye eye wòtsɔ eƒe ɖɔ ƒo xlãm.
know now that God has subverted me, and has encompassed me with his net.
7 “Togbɔ be mefa avi sesĩe be, ‘Wodze agɔ le dzinye!’ hã la, ame aɖeke metɔ nam o eye togbɔ be medo ɣli be woaxɔ nam hã la, wometso nam o.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
8 Exe nye mɔ be nyemate ŋu ato edzi ayi o, etsɔ viviti tsyɔ nye toƒewo.
He has walled up my way that I cannot pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
9 Eklo bubu le ŋunye eye wòɖe fiakuku le tanye.
He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 Evuvum kɔ ɖi le akpa sia akpa va se ɖe esime medzo, ale wòho nye mɔkpɔkpɔ abe ati ene.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. And he has plucked up my hope like a tree.
11 Eƒe dziku bi ɖe ŋunye eye wòbum ɖe eƒe ketɔwo dome.
He has also kindled his wrath against me. And he considers me to him as his adversaries.
12 Eƒe aʋakɔwo lũ ɖe eme kple ŋusẽ, woƒu kpo ɖe ŋunye eye woƒu asaɖa anyi ɖe nye agbadɔ ŋu godoo va kpe.
His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent.
13 “Eɖe nɔvinye ŋutsuwo ɖa le ŋunye eye wòklã nye kple xɔ̃nyewo dome keŋkeŋkeŋ.
He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 Nye ƒometɔwo dzo le gbɔnye eye nye ame nyanyɛwo ŋlɔm be.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 Ame siwo va dze gbɔnye kple nye nyɔnudɔlawo bum amedzroe eye mezu du bubu me tɔ le wo ŋkume.
Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, reckon me for a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.
16 Meyɔ nye dɔla gake metɔ o togbɔ be metsɔ nye nu ɖe kuku nɛ hafi.
I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I entreat him with my mouth.
17 Nye nu me le ʋeʋẽm ɖe nye ŋutɔ srɔ̃nye eye mele ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ nɔvinye ŋutsuwo.
My breath is strange to my wife, and my supplication to the sons of my own mother.
18 Ŋutsuvi suewo gɔ̃ hã koam eye ne meva do la, woɖua fewu le ŋunye.
Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 Mele ŋu nyɔm na xɔ̃nye veviwo katã eye ame siwo melɔ̃ la, tso ɖe ŋutinye.
All my familiar friends abhor me, and those whom I loved are turned against me.
20 Mezu ŋutilã kple ƒu ɖeɖe, eye meɖo kudo nu.
My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 “Mikpɔ nye nublanui, xɔ̃nyewo, mikpɔ nublanui nam elabena Mawu ƒe asi ƒom.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Nu ka ta mieti yonyeme abe ale si Mawu ti yonyemee ene? Nye ŋutilã si mieɖu la mesɔ gbɔ na mi oa?
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “O nenye ɖe woaŋlɔ nye nyawo ɖi, nenye ɖe woaŋlɔe ɖe agbalẽ me eye
O that my words were now written! O that they were inscribed in a book,
24 nenye ɖe woatsɔ gayibɔnuŋlɔnu aɖee ɖe akɔblikpe dzi alo woaɖee ɖe agakpe dzi tegbee hã la, anyo ŋutɔ.
that they were engraved in the rock forever with an iron pen and lead!
25 Menya be nye Xɔnametɔ le agbe, eye mlɔeba la, atsi tsitre ɖe anyigba dzi.
But as for me I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last he will stand up upon the earth.
26 Eye ne nye ŋutigbalẽ vuvu keŋkeŋkeŋ hã la, makpɔ Mawu le nye ŋutilã me,
And after my skin, this body, is destroyed, then outside my flesh I shall see God,
27 Nye ŋutɔ makpɔe, makpɔe kple nye ŋkuwo, menye ame bubu aɖeke tɔ o. Aleke nye dzi mehetsi dzi ɖe eŋui o!
whom I, even I, shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.
28 “Ne miegblɔ be, ‘Aleke míadi vɔ̃ nɛ? Eya ŋutɔ gbɔ kuxiawo tso’ la,
If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me,
29 ekema yi nedo vɔvɔ̃ na miawo ŋutɔ elabena dziku atsɔ yi ahe toe eye mianya be ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃ li.”
be ye afraid of the sword. For wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.
