Job 27
1 Ma Job gakwara nʼihu nʼokwu ya sị:
Moreover Job continued his discourse, 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 liveth, who hath rejected my cause, And the Almighty, who hath afflicted my soul;
3 Ogologo mgbe m nwere ndụ nʼime m, mgbe iku ume Chineke dịkwa nʼimi m,
As long as my breath is 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.
Never shall my lips speak falsehood, Nor my tongue utter deceit.
5 Agaghị m ekwenye na ihe unu kwuru ziri ezi; ruo mgbe m ga-anwụ, agaghị m agọnarị izuoke m.
God forbid that I should acknowledge you to be just: To my last breath will I assert my integrity.
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 will hold fast my innocence, and not let it go; My heart reproacheth me for no part of my life.
7 “Ka ndị iro m dịrị ka ndị ajọ omume, ka ndị na-ebili imegide m dịrị ka ndị na-emebi iwu.
May mine enemy be as the wicked, And he that riseth up against me 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 wicked, when God cutteth off his web, And taketh away his life?
9 Chineke ọ na-anụ ịkwa akwa ya mgbe nsogbu dakwasịrị ya?
Will he listen to his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?
10 Ọ ga-achọta ihe ụtọ nʼime Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile? Ọ ga-akpọku Chineke mgbe niile?
Can he delight himself in the Almighty, And call at all times upon God?
11 “Aga m akụziri unu maka ike nke Chineke; agaghị m ezo ihe banyere ụzọ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
12 Unu onwe unu ahụla ihe ndị a, gịnị mere unu ji ekwu okwu ndị a na-enweghị isi?
Behold, ye yourselves have all seen it; Why then do ye cherish such vain thoughts?
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 the wicked man from God, —The inheritance which oppressors receive from the Almighty.
14 Nʼagbanyeghị ọnụọgụgụ ụmụ ya, oke ha bụ mma agha; ụmụ ya agaghị enwe ihe oriri ga-ezuru ha.
If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; And 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 of them that escape shall be buried by Death, And their widows shall not bewail them.
16 Ọ bụrụ na ọ kpakọta ọlaọcha dịka uzuzu, ma tụkọtakwa uwe dịka aja ụrọ,
Though he heap up silver as dust, And procure raiment as clay, —
17 ihe ndị ọ kpakọtara bụ onye ezi omume ga-eyi ha, ndị aka ha dị ọcha ga-ekekwa ọlaọcha ya.
He may procure, but the righteous shall wear it, And the innocent shall share the silver.
18 Ụlọ o wuru dị ka ụlọ nla, dịkwa ka ụlọ ntu nke onye nche wuru.
He buildeth his house like the moth, Or like the shed which the watchman maketh.
19 Ọ na-edina ala dịka ọgaranya ma ọ gaghị edinakwa dịka ọgaranya ọzọ; mgbe ọ saghere anya ya abụọ, ihe niile efuola.
The rich man lieth down, and is not buried; In the twinkling of an eye he is no more.
20 Oke egwu na-adakwasị ya dịka idee mmiri; oke ebili mmiri na-ebufu ya nʼabalị.
Terrors pursue him like a flood; A tempest stealeth 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 carrieth him away, and he perisheth; Yea, it sweepeth him away from his place.
22 Ọ na-atụfu ya na-enweghị ebere mgbe ọ na-eme ngwangwa ịgbapụ site nʼike ya.
God sendeth his arrows at him, and doth not spare; He would fain escape from His hand.
23 Ọ na-akụkọta aka ya nʼịkwa emo, were ịma ọsụ wezuga ya nʼọnọdụ ya.”
Men clap their hands at him, And hiss him away from his place.
