Job 16
1 Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
Then Job answered and said:
2 “Anụla m ọtụtụ ihe dịka ndị a; ndị nkasiobi na-eweta ọnọdụ ọjọọ ka unu niile bụ.
I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
3 Ogologo okwu efu ndị a niile unu na-ekwu, ọ naghị akwụsị? Gịnị bụ nsogbu unu nke mere unu ji aga nʼihu na-arụ ụka niile ndị a?
Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
4 Mụ onwe m nwekwara ike ikwu okwu dịka unu, ma ọ bụrụ na unu nọ nʼọnọdụ m; enwere m ike kwuo okwu dị ụtọ na ntị megide unu, ma fufekwaa isi m megide unu.
I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
5 Ma ọnụ m ga-agba unu ume; nkasiobi si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m ga-emekwa ka ihe mgbu unu dajụọ.
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
6 “Ma ọ bụrụ na m ekwuo, adịghị egbochi ihe mgbu m, ọ bụrụ na m ahapụ ikwu okwu, ọdịghị esi nʼahụ m pụọ?
Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Nʼezie o Chineke, i meela ka ike gwụ m, i tidakwala ezinaụlọ m.
But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 I keela m agbụ; agbụ m abụrụla ihe akaebe megide m; ịta ahụ m ebiliela ịgba akaebe megide m.
And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
9 Chineke na-eweso m iwe, jiri iwe ya na-adọwasị m, ọ na-atakwa ikikere eze ya megide m; onye iro m na-achịchapụrụ m anya ya.
He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 Ụmụ mmadụ na-asaghe ọnụ ka ha chịa m ọchị, ha ji iti m aka nʼọnụ na-akwa m emo, jikọtakwa onwe ha megide m.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
11 Chineke ewerela m nyefee nʼaka ndị ajọ omume, tụbakwa m nʼaka ndị na-emebi iwu.
God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Ihe na-agara m nke ọma, ma Chineke tipịara m. O jidere m nʼolu ma tiwasịa m. O meela m ihe ịgba ụta ya;
I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
13 ndị ọgba ụta ya agbaala m gburugburu. Ọ na-agbawa akụrụ m na-enweghị ọmịiko mee ka oluilu m wụsịa nʼala.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 Mgbe niile, ọ na-emegide m; ọ na-achụso m dịka dike nʼagha.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15 “Adụkọtala m akwa mkpe were ya kpuchie anụ ahụ m, liekwa ikuanya m nʼime ntụ.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16 Ihu m na-acha ọbara ọbara site nʼakwa nke m na-akwa, onyinyo nke ọnwụ dịkwa gburugburu egbugbere anya m abụọ;
My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 ma aka m emeghị ihe ike ọbụla, ọzọ ekpere m dịkwa ọcha.
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 “Ala, biko, ezokwala ọbara m; mee ka akwa m ghara ịbụ ihe lara nʼiyi!
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
19 Ọ bụladị ugbu a, onye akaebe m nọ nʼeluigwe, onye nkwuchite ọnụ m nọ nʼebe dị elu.
Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
20 Onye na-arịọrọ m arịrịọ bụ enyi m, dịka m na-awụsara Chineke anya mmiri m.
Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
21 Nʼọnọdụ mmadụ ka ọ na-arịọ Chineke dịka mmadụ na-arịọ nʼihi enyi ya.
That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
22 “Naanị afọ ole na ole ga-agabiga tupu m ga nʼụzọ nke nlọghachi m na-adịghị.
For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
