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 ready] for me.
2 Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3 “Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [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 speaketh flattery to [his] friends, 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 aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, 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 astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself 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.
The righteous also 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.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot 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, [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 wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made 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 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?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
