Job 13
1 “Anya m abụọ ahụla ihe ndị a niile, ntị m anụla ma ghọtakwa ha.
Lo, all — hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
2 Mụ onwe m makwa ihe unu maara; abụghị m onye dị ala nʼebe unu nọ.
According to your knowledge I have known — also I. I am not fallen more than you.
3 Ma ọ bụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ka m chọrọ ịgwa okwu, ka mụ na Chineke rụọkwa ụka banyere okwu m.
Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
4 Ma otu ọ dị, unu ji okwu ụgha etechi m dịka ọ bụ mgba ụlọ; unu niile bụ ndị dibịa na-abaghị uru.
And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought — all of you,
5 Ọ bụrụ nnọọ na unu ga-agba nkịtị, nke a gaara egosi na unu bụ ndị nwere amamihe.
O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6 Ugbu a, nụrụnụ ịrụ ụka m; geekwanụ ntị nụrụ okwu si m nʼọnụ na-apụta.
Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
7 Unu ga-ekpelara Chineke ikpe mmegide? Unu ga-esite nʼokwu aghụghọ kwuchitere Chineke ọnụ ya?
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
8 Unu ga-egosi ya na unu na-ekpelara ya ikpe? Unu ga-ekwuchite ọnụ Chineke?
His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
9 Ọ ga-adịrị unu mma ma ọ bụrụ na o nyochaa unu? Unu pụrụ ịghọgbu ya dịka unu si aghọgbu ndị mmadụ?
Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
10 Ọ ghaghị ịbara unu mba ma ọ bụrụ na unu ejiri okwu ụgha chọọ inyere ya aka.
He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
11 Ọ ga-abụ na ebube na ịdị ukwuu ya adịghị eme ka unu maa jijiji? Egwu ya ọ dịghị atụ unu?
Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
12 Okwu amamihe unu niile dịka ilu nke ntụ; okwu ngọpụ unu dịka ihe ngọpụ ụrọ.
Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
13 “Nọọnụ jụụ ka m kwuo okwu; ihe ọ pụtara ya pụta.
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14 Nʼihi gịnị ka m ga-eji tinye onwe m na nsogbu, werekwa ndụ m tinye nʼọbụaka m?
Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 A sịkwarị na ọ ga-etigbu m aghaghị m ịtụkwasị ya obi m. Aga m ekwuchite ọnụ m gwa ya na ụzọ m dị ọcha.
Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
16 Nʼezie, nke a ga-aghọrọ m nzọpụta maka na ọ dịghị onye ajọ omume ọbụla pụrụ ịbịa nʼihu ya.
Also — He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
17 Geenụ ntị nke ọma nʼokwu m. Kwerenụ ka ihe m na-ekwu baa unu ntị.
Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
18 Ugbu a, edoziela m ikpe m nʼusoro, amatala m na ikpe agaghị ama m.
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
19 Ọ dị onye pụrụ ibo m ebubo? Ọ bụrụ na o nwere, aga m emechi ọnụ m ma nwụọ.
Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 “Meere m naanị ihe abụọ ndị a, O Chineke, mgbe ahụ agaghị m ezo onwe m nʼihu gị.
Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
21 Wepụ aka gị i ji emegide m, meekwa ka ha dị anya nʼebe m nọ. Kwụsị ime ka oke egwu gị mee ka m maa jijiji.
Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
22 Mgbe ahụ, kpọọ m oku, aga m azakwa gị. Maọbụ, kwerekwa ka m kwuo okwu, ka ị zaa m.
And call Thou, and I — I answer, Or — I speak, and answer Thou me.
23 Ole ka ha dị bụ mmejọ na mmehie m mere? Gosi m ajọ omume m na mmehie m.
How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
24 Gịnị mere i ji gbakụta m azụ? Gịnị mere i ji gụọ m dịka onye iro gị?
Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
25 Ị ga-enye ahịhịa ikuku na-ebugharị ntaramahụhụ? Ị ga-achụ ahịhịa kpọrọ nkụ ọsọ?
A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
26 Nʼihi na ị na-edetu ihe ndị dị ilu megide m, na-emekwa ka m ghọrọ mkpụrụ mmehie m mere nʼoge okorobịa m.
For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
27 Ị na-eji mkpọrọ igwe kegide ụkwụ m abụọ; na-enyochakwa nzọ ụkwụ m niile site nʼitinye akara nʼebe ọbụla ọbụ ụkwụ m zọrọ.
And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
28 “Ya mere, mmadụ nʼala nʼiyi dịka ihe rere ere, na dịka akwa nke nla riri.
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
