Job 17
1 Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
3 “Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike 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 hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou 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 denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, 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.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
7 Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, 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 are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
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.
Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
10 “Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a 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, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
They change the night into day; the light is short because of 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 look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch 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,’
If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
15 ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
