Hiob 19
1 Hiob ɖo eŋu be,
But 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 have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun 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 abideth with myself.
5 Nenye vavãe miebe yewoakɔ mia ɖokuiwo ɖe dzi agbɔ tanye, ahazã vlo si wodom la aɖia nunyee la,
Since, indeed, ye 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 then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath 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 complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
8 Exe nye mɔ be nyemate ŋu ato edzi ayi o, etsɔ viviti tsyɔ nye toƒewo.
He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
9 Eklo bubu le ŋunye eye wòɖe fiakuku le tanye.
He hath 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 hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
11 Eƒe dziku bi ɖe ŋunye eye wòbum ɖe eƒe ketɔwo dome.
He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
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 advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
13 “Eɖe nɔvinye ŋutsuwo ɖa le ŋunye eye wòklã nye kple xɔ̃nyewo dome keŋkeŋkeŋ.
My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
14 Nye ƒometɔwo dzo le gbɔnye eye nye ame nyanyɛwo ŋlɔm be.
My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
15 Ame siwo va dze gbɔnye kple nye nyɔnudɔlawo bum amedzroe eye mezu du bubu me tɔ le wo ŋkume.
The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
16 Meyɔ nye dɔla gake metɔ o togbɔ be metsɔ nye nu ɖe kuku nɛ hafi.
I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
17 Nye nu me le ʋeʋẽm ɖe nye ŋutɔ srɔ̃nye eye mele ŋu nyɔm na nye ŋutɔ nɔvinye ŋutsuwo.
My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
18 Ŋutsuvi suewo gɔ̃ hã koam eye ne meva do la, woɖua fewu le ŋunye.
Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
19 Mele ŋu nyɔm na xɔ̃nye veviwo katã eye ame siwo melɔ̃ la, tso ɖe ŋutinye.
All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 Mezu ŋutilã kple ƒu ɖeɖe, eye meɖo kudo nu.
My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 “Mikpɔ nye nublanui, xɔ̃nyewo, mikpɔ nublanui nam elabena Mawu ƒe asi ƒom.
Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten 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 like 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 marked down in a scroll!
24 nenye ɖe woatsɔ gayibɔnuŋlɔnu aɖee ɖe akɔblikpe dzi alo woaɖee ɖe agakpe dzi tegbee hã la, anyo ŋutɔ.
That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
25 Menya be nye Xɔnametɔ le agbe, eye mlɔeba la, atsi tsitre ɖe anyigba dzi.
Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
26 Eye ne nye ŋutigbalẽ vuvu keŋkeŋkeŋ hã la, makpɔ Mawu le nye ŋutilã me,
And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
27 Nye ŋutɔ makpɔe, makpɔe kple nye ŋkuwo, menye ame bubu aɖeke tɔ o. Aleke nye dzi mehetsi dzi ɖe eŋui o!
Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
28 “Ne miegblɔ be, ‘Aleke míadi vɔ̃ nɛ? Eya ŋutɔ gbɔ kuxiawo tso’ la,
Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
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 malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
