Job 17
1 Mmụọ m tiwara etiwa, ụbọchị m niile dị mkpụmkpụ, ili na-echere ịnabata m.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Nʼezie ndị na-akwa emo gbara m gburugburu; anya m na-elekwasịkwa mkpasu iwe ha.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 “Debere m ihe ebe nʼebe gị Chineke nọ. Olee onye ọzọ pụrụ ịnara m nʼakaebe?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me 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.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 Ọ bụrụ na mmadụ ekwujọọ enyi ya ka o were nweta uru dị nʼime ya, anya ụmụ ya ga-ada mba.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —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 made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Anya m na-ahụ inyogho inyogho nʼihi iru ụjụ; ahụ m aghọọla onyinyo nke ihe m bụ na mbụ.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs 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 will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
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 will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 “Ma bịanụ, unu niile, bidonụ okwu unu ọzọ! Agaghị m achọta onye maara ihe nʼetiti unu.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 Ụbọchị m niile agafeela, atụmatụ m abụrụla ihe lara nʼiyi. Ma ọchịchọ nke obi m
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 na-edo abalị nʼọnọdụ ehihie; nʼihu ọchịchịrị ka ìhè dị nso.
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on 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)
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; 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,’
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 ebeekwa ka olileanya m dị? Onye pụrụ ịhụ ma m nwere olileanya?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
