Hiob 27
1 Tete Hiob yi eƒe nuƒoa dzi be,
Job continued his discourse:
2 “Meta Mawu si gbe afiatsotso nam la ƒe agbe kple Ŋusẽkatãtɔ, ame si do vevesese na nye luʋɔ be,
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
3 zi ale si agbe le menye, Mawu ƒe gbɔgbɔ le nye ŋɔti me la,
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
4 nye nuyi magblɔ nya vɔ̃ɖi o eye nye aɖe magblɔ beblenya aɖeke o.
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5 Nyemalɔ̃ gbeɖe be tɔwò dzɔ o va se ɖe esi maku la, nyemasẽ nu le nye blibodede ŋu o.
I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
6 Malé nye dzɔdzɔenyenye me ɖe asi ɖaa eye nyemaɖe asi le eŋu akpɔ o. Zi ale si mele agbe la, nye dzitsinya mado vlom o.
I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
7 “Nye futɔwo nenɔ abe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ene eye nye ketɔwo abe ame madzɔmadzɔwo ene!
May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
8 Elabena mɔkpɔkpɔ kae le ame vlo si ne wolãe ɖa eye Mawu ɖe eƒe agbe ɖa?
For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
9 Ɖe Mawu ase eƒe ɣlidodo, ne eɖo xaxa mea?
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
10 Ɖe eƒe nu anyo Ŋusẽkatãtɔ la ŋua? Ɖe wòayɔ Mawu ɣe sia ɣia?
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
11 “Mafia nu mi tso Mawu ƒe ŋusẽ ŋuti eye nyemaɣla Ŋusẽkatãtɔ la ƒe mɔwo ɖe mi o.
I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
12 Miawo ŋutɔ miekpɔ esiawo katã. Ekema nu kae nye nuƒo manyatalenu gbogbo siawo?
Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
13 “Esia nye gome si Mawu ɖo ɖi na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo kple domenyinyi si ŋutasẽla xɔna tso Ŋusẽkatãtɔ la gbɔ.
This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14 Aleke ke viawo sɔ gbɔe hã la, woɖo wo ɖi na yi eye eƒe dzidzimeviwo makpɔ nu aɖu aɖi ƒo akpɔ gbeɖe o.
Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
15 Dɔvɔ̃ awu ame siwo susɔ nɛ eye woƒe ahosiwo mafa na wo o.
His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
16 Togbɔ be eli kɔ klosalo abe ke ene, wòdo agba avɔ wòkɔ abe to ene hã la,
Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
17 ame dzɔdzɔewo ado nu siwo wòli kɔe eye ame maɖifɔwo ama eƒe klosalo.
what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
18 Xɔ si wòtu la anɔ abe gbagblaʋui ƒe azi si wòƒo teti ko la ene eye wòanɔ abe zãɖialawo ƒe agbadɔ si wòwɔ la ene.
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
19 Emlɔ anyi abe hotsuitɔ ene gake esusɔ vie maganɔ nɛ nenema o elabena esi wòʋu eƒe ŋkuwo la, naneke megali o.
He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
20 Ŋɔdzi ƒona ɖe edzi abe tɔɖɔɖɔ ene eye ahom kplɔnɛ dzonae le zã me.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
21 Ɣedzeƒeya kɔe dzoe eye wòdzo, ale wòkplɔe ɖa le enɔƒe.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22 Etsɔ eɖokui xlã ɖe edzi nublanuimakpɔmakpɔtɔe, esi wòsi le eƒe ŋusẽ nu afɔtsɔtsɔe.
It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
23 Esi akpe ɖe eta fewuɖutɔe eye wònyae ɖa le enɔƒe.”
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.
