Job 19
1 Job zara sị:
Then Job answered,
2 “Ruo ole mgbe ka unu ga-anọgide na-ata m ahụhụ? Ruo ole mgbe ka unu ga-ewere okwu ọnụ unu zọpịa m?
“How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
3 Ugboro iri ndị a ka unu kọcharala m, ihere adịghị eme unu na unu na-ebuso m agha?
You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
4 A sịkwarị na m bụ onye mmehie, ọ bụ naanị mụ onwe m ka ọ gbasara.
If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
5 Ọ bụrụ na unu na-ebuli onwe unu elu karịa m, ma were ọnọdụ ịdị ala m megide m,
If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,
6 mgbe ahụ, maranụ na Chineke emejọọla m, were ụgbụ ya tụọ m gburugburu.
know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.
7 “Ọ bụ ezie na m na-eti mkpu akwa sị: ‘A na-emejọ m.’ Ma ọ dịghị ọsịsa m na-anata; ọ bụ ezie na m na-eti mkpu ka e nyere m aka ma ikpe ziri ezi adịghị.
“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
8 Ọ nọchiela ụzọ m ka m ghara ịgafe; o jirila ọchịchịrị kpuchie ụzọ m.
He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
9 O yipụla m ugwu m, wepụkwa okpueze m kpu nʼisi.
He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 Ọ na-eti m ihe otiti nʼakụkụ niile, ruo mgbe m gabigara; ọ na-ehopu olileanya m dịka osisi.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.
11 Iwe ya dị ọkụ megide m; ọ na-agụnyekwa m dịka onye iro ya.
He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
12 Ndị agha ya ji ike na-abịa; ha ewuola mgbidi were nnọchibido m ha agbaala ụlọ ikwu m gburugburu imegide m.
His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
13 “O meela ka ụmụnne m na ndị enyi m si nʼebe m nọ pụọ.
“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 Ndị ikwu m anaghị etinyekwa uche nʼihe banyere m; ndị ezi enyi m niile echefuola m.
My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 Ndị ọbịa nọ nʼụlọ m na ndị odibo m nwanyị na-agụ m dịka onye ala ọzọ; adị m ka onye mba ọzọ nʼebe ha nọ.
Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
16 Ana m akpọ odibo m oku ma ọ dịghị aza m, ọ bụladị mgbe m jiri ọnụ m rịọ ya.
I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.
17 Iku ume m abụrụla ihe nwunye m apụghị ịnagide; abụrụla m ihe arụ nye ụmụnne m.
My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
18 Ọ bụladị ụmụntakịrị nwoke na-akwa m emo; ha na-ejikwa m eme ihe ọchị mgbe ọbụla m pụtara.
Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 Ndị ahụ m kpọrọ ndị enyi ọma m na-ele m anya dịka m bụ ihe arụ; ndị ahụ niile m hụrụ nʼanya echigharịakwala megide m
All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 Abụ m naanị ọkpụkpụ ọkpụkpụ; ihe m ji gbanarị ọnwụ adịghị ukwuu.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Meerenụ m ebere, ndị enyi m, meerenụ m ebere, nʼihi na aka Chineke na-emegide m.
“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Gịnị mere unu ji achụ m dịka Chineke si achụ m? Ọ ga-abụ na ahụhụ m ejubeghị unu afọ?
Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Ọ gaara atọ m ụtọ ma a sị na e dekọrọ okwu m nʼakwụkwọ,
“Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24 na e ji mkpisi igwe dee ha, maọbụ kakwasị ha nʼelu mbadamba nkume ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!
25 Amara m na onye mgbapụta m na-adị ndụ, amakwaara m na ọ ga-eguzo nʼelu ụwa nʼoge ikpeazụ.
But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
26 Mgbe e mebisikwara akpụkpọ ahụ m, ma nʼanụ ahụ m aga m ahụ Chineke.
After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,
27 Mụ onwe m ga-eji anya m abụọ hụ ya, mụ onwe m, ọ bụghị onye ọzọ. Lee ka obi m si anụ ọkụ nʼime m maka nke a!
whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.
28 “Ọ bụrụ na unu asị, ‘Anyị ga-emegide ya nʼihi na nsogbu a si nʼaka ya,’
If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because the root of the matter is found in me,
29 unu onwe unu kwesiri ịtụ egwu mma agha; nʼihi na iwe ga-ebute ịta ahụhụ nke mma agha, mgbe ahụ, unu ga-ama na ikpe dị.”
be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
