Job 30
1 “Ma ugbu a, ha na-akwa m emo bụ ndị bụ ụmụntakịrị nʼebe m nọ, bụ ndị nna ha na-etorughị ndị m na-ezipụ ka ha na nkịta na-eso atụrụ m nọkọta.
But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Uru gịnị ka ike aka ha ga-abara m, ebe ọ bụ na ha adịghịkwa ike?
Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;
3 Ha bụ ndị ike gwụrụ site nʼụkọ na agụụ, ha na-agagharị nʼala kpọrọ nkụ na-awagharịkwa nʼime ọzara nʼabalị.
In want and hunger, they were lean, —who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!
4 Nʼala ọhịa ka ha na-atụrị ahịhịa nnu, mgbọrọgwụ osisi brum bụkwa nri ha.
Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;
5 A chụpụrụ ha site nʼetiti ndị mmadụ ibe ha, a na-etiso ha mkpu dịka ha bụ ndị ohi.
Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;
6 A chụpụrụ ha ka ha gaa biri nʼala iyi mmiri na-adịghị. Ha bi nʼetiti ọgba nkume na ọnụ a tụrụ nʼime ala.
In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;
7 Ha na-eme ụzụ nʼọhịa dịka ụmụ anụmanụ, na-ejikọta onwe ha nʼahịhịa toro nʼokpuru osisi.
Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:
8 Ha bụ ndị e ledara anya, ndị na-enweghị aha, e sitere nʼala ahụ chụpụ ha.
Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.
9 “Ma ugbu a, abụrụla m ihe ụmụ okorobịa ji abụ abụ ịkwa emo; abụrụkwala m okwu ha ji anọpụrụ ụbọchị.
But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;
10 Abụ m ihe ịsọ oyi nye ha, ha adịghị abịakwa m nso; ha anaghị egbu oge igbu m asọ mmiri nʼihu.
They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!
11 Ma ugbu a, ebe ọ bụ na Chineke atọpụla eriri ụta m ma kpagbuo m, o nwekwaghị ihe ha na-adịghị eme nʼihu m.
Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;
12 Nʼaka nri m mba ndị a na-ebuso m agha. Ha na-esiri ụkwụ m ọnya, ha na-ewuli mgbidi ha nọchibido m.
On my right hand, the young brood rose up, —My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;
13 Ha na-etiwasị ụzọ m, ha kwadoro mmekpa ahụ m. ‘O nweghị onye ga-enyere ya aka,’ ka ha na-ekwu.
They brake up my path, —My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;
14 Ha na-abịakwasị m dịka ndị sitere ebe e tipuru mgbidi; nʼetiti mbibi ya ha na-enu onwe ha enute nʼebe m nọ.
As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.
15 Oke egwu abịakwasịla m; ugwu m adịla ka ihe ifufe buuru, nchekwa m agabigala dịka igwe ojii.
There are turned upon me terrors, —Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.
16 “Ugbu a, ndụ m ji nwayọọ nwayọọ na-agabiga; ụbọchị ahụhụ ejidela m.
Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:
17 Abalị na-esewasị ọkpụkpụ m, ihe mgbu m nke na-ata ata enweghị ezumike.
Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, —and, my sinews, find no rest;
18 Nʼoke ike ya, Chineke na-adịrị m ka uwe; ọ na-ekechi m dịka olu uwe m.
Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, —Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:
19 Ọ na-atụba m nʼime apịtị, mee ka m ghọọ ntụ na aja.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 “Chineke m, anam etiku gị ma ị dịghị aza m; anam eguzo ọtọ, ma naanị anya ka i lere m.
I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;
21 Ị na-emegide m na-enweghị obi ebere; i ji aka gị dị ike megide m.
Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;
22 Ị na-ejide m nʼike welie m elu chụba m nʼoke ifufe, ị na-eme ka m bụrụ onye na-akwụfegharị nʼoke ifufe nke mmiri.
Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;
23 Amara m na ị ga-eweda m ruo ọnwụ; ruo nʼebe e debeere mmadụ niile dị ndụ.
For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.
24 “Nʼezie, ọ dịghị onye na-emegide onye e tidara nʼala; mgbe ọ na-eti mkpu nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ya na-achọ enyemaka.
Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.
25 Ọ bụ na m akwaghị akwa nʼihi ndị nọ na nsogbu; ọ bụ na mmụọ m erughị ụjụ nʼihi ndị ogbenye?
Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.
26 Ma mgbe m lere anya ihe ọma, ihe ọjọọ bịara; mgbe m lere anya ìhè, mgbe ahụ ka ọchịchịrị bịara.
Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;
27 Obi m anaghị ezu ike nʼime m; ụbọchị ahụhụ na-ezute m.
I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;
28 Ana m agagharị na-eji nji ma ọ bụghị nʼihi oke anwụ. Eguzola m ọtọ nʼọgbakọ ndị mmadụ tikuo ha ka ha nyere m aka.
In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;
29 Abụrụla m nwanne nkịta ọhịa; onye ya na ikwighịkwighị na-esogharị.
A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:
30 Akpụkpọ ahụ m na-eji nji na-ekpe iwere; anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ dịka ihe a kwanyere ọkụ.
My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:
31 Ụda ụbọ akwara m bụ ụda iru ụjụ; ụda ọja m bụkwa ụda iti mkpu akwa.
Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.
