Job 17
1 Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 “Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 “Chineke emeela ka m bụrụ okwu ilu nye onye ọbụla, meekwa ka m bụrụ onye ha na-agbụsa asọ mmiri nʼihu.
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Ndị na-eme ihe ziri ezi na-akụja mgbe ha hụrụ nke a; ndị aka ha dị ọcha na-enwe mkpali megide ndị ajọ omume.
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 Ma otu ọbụla ọ dị, ndị ezi omume ga-aga nʼihu nʼiso ụzọ ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-aga nʼihu nʼịdị ike.
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 “Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
13 Ọ bụrụ na ebe obibi m na-ele anya ya bụ ili, ọ bụrụ na m agbasaa ihe ndina m nʼelu ọchịchịrị, (Sheol h7585)
If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: (Sheol h7585)
14 a sikwa na m asị ire ure, ‘Nna m ka ị bụ,’ maọbụ sị ikpuru ‘Nne m’ maọbụ ‘Nwanne m nwanyị,’
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
