Job 27
1 Ma Job gakwara nʼihu nʼokwu ya sị:
Job again took up his parable, and said,
2 “Nʼezie, dịka Chineke na-adị ndụ, onye jụrụ ikpere m ikpe ziri ezi, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, onye mere ka m hụ ihe ilu nke mkpụrụobi.
"As God lives, who has taken away my right, Shaddai, who has made my soul bitter.
3 Ogologo mgbe m nwere ndụ nʼime m, mgbe iku ume Chineke dịkwa nʼimi m,
(For the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
4 egbugbere ọnụ m agaghị ekwu ihe ọjọọ, ire m agakwaghị ekwu okwu aghụghọ.
surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit.
5 Agaghị m ekwenye na ihe unu kwuru ziri ezi; ruo mgbe m ga-anwụ, agaghị m agọnarị izuoke m.
Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
6 Aga m ejigidesi ezi omume m aka ike, agaghị m ahapụ ya; o nwekwaghị mgbe obi m ga-ata m ụta ogologo ụbọchị niile nke ndụ m.
I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My conscience will not accuse me as long as I live.
7 “Ka ndị iro m dịrị ka ndị ajọ omume, ka ndị na-ebili imegide m dịrị ka ndị na-emebi iwu.
"Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
8 Nʼihi nke a, gịnị bụ olileanya onye na-amaghị Chineke nwere mgbe e bipụrụ ya, mgbe Chineke wepụrụ ndụ ya?
For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
9 Chineke ọ na-anụ ịkwa akwa ya mgbe nsogbu dakwasịrị ya?
Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
10 Ọ ga-achọta ihe ụtọ nʼime Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile? Ọ ga-akpọku Chineke mgbe niile?
Will he delight himself in Shaddai, and call on God at all times?
11 “Aga m akụziri unu maka ike nke Chineke; agaghị m ezo ihe banyere ụzọ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
I will teach you about the hand of God. That which is with Shaddai will I not conceal.
12 Unu onwe unu ahụla ihe ndị a, gịnị mere unu ji ekwu okwu ndị a na-enweghị isi?
Look, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
13 “Nke a bụ oke Chineke na-ekenye ndị ajọ omume, nke a bụkwa ihe nketa nke onye ahụ na-adịghị eme ebere na-anata site nʼaka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
"This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from Shaddai.
14 Nʼagbanyeghị ọnụọgụgụ ụmụ ya, oke ha bụ mma agha; ụmụ ya agaghị enwe ihe oriri ga-ezuru ha.
If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
15 Ọrịa na-efe efe ga-egbu ndị ya fọrọ ndụ; ọzọ, ụmụ nwanyị ha hapụrụ nwụọ agaghị akwa akwa nʼihi ha.
Those who remain of him shall be buried in death. His widows shall make no lamentation.
16 Ọ bụrụ na ọ kpakọta ọlaọcha dịka uzuzu, ma tụkọtakwa uwe dịka aja ụrọ,
Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
17 ihe ndị ọ kpakọtara bụ onye ezi omume ga-eyi ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-ekekwa ọlaọcha ya.
he may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
18 Ụlọ o wuru dị ka ụlọ nla, dịkwa ka ụlọ ntu nke onye nche wuru.
He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.
19 Ọ na-edina ala dịka ọgaranya ma ọ gaghị edinakwa dịka ọgaranya ọzọ; mgbe ọ saghere anya ya abụọ, ihe niile efuola.
He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and it is gone.
20 Oke egwu na-adakwasị ya dịka idee mmiri; oke ebili mmiri na-ebufu ya nʼabalị.
Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
21 Ifufe si nʼọwụwa anyanwụ na-ebufu ya, agaghị ahụkwa ya anya ọzọ; ọ na-azachapụ ya site nʼọnọdụ ya.
The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.
22 Ọ na-atụfu ya na-enweghị ebere mgbe ọ na-eme ngwangwa ịgbapụ site nʼike ya.
For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
23 Ọ na-akụkọta aka ya nʼịkwa emo, were ịma ọsụ wezuga ya nʼọnọdụ ya.”
Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
