Hiob 19
1 Hiob ɖo eŋu be,
Then Job answered,
2 “Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miawɔ funyafunyam eye miatsɔ miaƒe nyawo agbãm?
“How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
3 Zi ewo sɔŋue nye esi miedo vlom eye mieti kpo dze dzinye ŋumakpemakpetɔe.
You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
4 Nenye nyateƒee be metra mɔ la, vodada sia nye nye ɖeka ko ƒe nya.
If it is true 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 you 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 surrounded 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 so that I can’t 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. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.
11 Eƒe dziku bi ɖe ŋunye eye wòbum ɖe eƒe ketɔwo dome.
He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among 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, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
13 “Eɖe nɔvinye ŋutsuwo ɖa le ŋunye eye wòklã nye kple xɔ̃nyewo dome keŋkeŋkeŋ.
“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 Nye ƒometɔwo dzo le gbɔnye eye nye ame nyanyɛwo ŋlɔm be.
My relatives have gone away. 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 consider me 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 beg 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 offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children 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. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 Mezu ŋutilã kple ƒu ɖeɖe, eye meɖo kudo nu.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Mikpɔ nye nublanui, xɔ̃nyewo, mikpɔ nublanui nam elabena Mawu ƒe asi ƒom.
“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you 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 you 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
“Oh that my words were now written! Oh 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 with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!
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. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
26 Eye ne nye ŋutigbalẽ vuvu keŋkeŋkeŋ hã la, makpɔ Mawu le nye ŋutilã me,
After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,
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, will see on my side. My eyes will see, 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 you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because 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 afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
