Job 17
1 Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
3 “Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4 I mechiela uche ha ka ha ghara inwe nghọta; ya mere, i gaghị ekwe ka ha nwee mmeri.
Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
He promiseth a prey to his companions, and 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.
He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
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.
The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
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.
And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 “Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
11 Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
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 hell is my house, and I have made my bed in 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,’
If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
