Hiob 30
1 “Ke azɔ la, ame siwo menye xoxo na, ame siwo fofowo manyɔ ŋui be womade ha kple nye lãkplɔvuwo gɔ̃ hã o la ɖua fewu le ŋutinye.
But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Nu ka woƒe alɔkpa sesẽ la wɔ nam, esi ŋusẽ vɔ le wo ŋu?
Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
3 Hiã kple dɔwuame na wowɔ ɖeƒomevie hele tsatsam le dzogbe kple kuɖiɖinyigbawo dzi le zã me.
They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4 Le gbe me woda amagbewo eye woƒe nuɖuɖue nye dɔli ƒe ke.
They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
5 Woɖe wo ɖa le wo nɔvi amegbetɔwo ƒe ha me eye wodo ɣli ɖe wo ta abe fiafitɔwo wonye ene.
They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
6 Wozi wo dzi be woanɔ tɔʋu siwo mie la me, agakpewo tome kple do siwo woɖe ɖe anyigba la me.
so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Wole xɔxlɔ̃m le gbe me eye woƒo ta kpli ɖe avekawo te.
Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
8 Wonya wo le anyigba la dzi abe ame ɖigbɔ̃wo kple yakamewo ƒe dzidzimeviwo ene.
They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
9 “Ke azɔ la, wo viŋutsuwo kpa ha dem, heɖu fewu le ŋunye le ha la me eye mezu lodonu le wo dome.
And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
10 Wonyɔa ŋum, henɔa adzɔge nam eye woɖea ta ɖe mo nam faa.
They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
11 Esi azɔ Mawu lã nye datika, hewɔ fum la, wowɔa nu si dze wo ŋu la le ŋkunye me.
For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
12 Wo detɔwo tso ɖe ŋutinye le nye ɖusime, woɖo mɔwo ɖi na nye afɔ eye woƒu woƒe aʋakpowo ɖe ŋunye.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 Wogbã nye mɔ, edze edzi na wo be wogblẽ donyeme eye ame aɖeke mekpe ɖe wo ŋu gɔ̃ hã o.
They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
14 Wolũ ɖe dzinye abe gli gbagbã mee woto ene eye wozɔ to gbagbãƒewo va ƒo ɖe dzinye.
As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
15 Ŋɔdzidodowo nye tsyɔ dzinye, wonya nye bubu ɖe nu abe ale si ya lɔa nu ɖe nue ene eye nye dedinɔnɔ bu abe lilikpo ene.
Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16 “Azɔ nye agbe nu va le yiyim eye hiãŋkekewo lém.
And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 Zã ŋɔa nye ƒuwo eye nye vevesese manyagblɔ nu metsona o.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 Mawu tsyɔ eƒe ŋusẽ triakɔ la dzinye abe avɔ ene, eye wòle awu ɖe ve nam.
By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 Ekɔm ƒu gbe ɖe ba me eye mezu ke kple dzofi.
He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 “O Mawu, mefa avi yɔ wò gake mètɔ nam o, metsi tsitre gake ɖeko nèkpɔm dũu.
I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
21 Ètrɔ dze dzinye nublanuimakpɔmakpɔtɔe eye nètsɔ wò alɔkpa sesẽ ɖu dzinyee.
Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
22 ȃom tsa, hena ya lɔm ɖe nu eye nènyamam le ahom la me.
Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
23 Menya be àhem ayi ku me, teƒe si woɖo ɖi na kodzogbeawo katã.
For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 “Vavãe, ame aɖeke medoa asi ɖa léa ame si gbã gudugudu ne ele ɣli dom be woaxɔ na ye le eƒe xaxa me o.
However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Ɖe nyemefa avi ɖe ame siwo ɖo xaxa me la ŋu oa? Ɖe nye luʋɔ mexa nu ɖe ame dahewo ŋuti oa?
Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 Gake esi mekpɔ mɔ na nyui la, vɔ̃ tum, esi mekpɔ mɔ na kekeli la, viviti koe va nam.
When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 Dzoxɔxɔ si le edzi yim le menye la metɔna o, fukpekpeŋkekewo kpe akɔ kplim.
My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
28 Nye amea menyɔ tsiɖitsiɖitsiɖi le yiyim gake menye ɣee ɖum o, metsi tsitre ɖe ameha la titina hedo ɣli bia kpekpeɖeŋu.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 Meva zu nɔviŋutsu na amegãxiwo kple hati na golowo.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 Nye ŋutigbalẽ nyɔ tsiɖitsiɖitsiɖi hele fofom le ŋutinye eye asrã dze dzinye kple dzoxɔxɔ gã aɖe.
My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
31 Nye kasaŋku do konyifagbe eye nye dze le avigbe dom.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
