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.
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed 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?
Also — the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
3 Ha bụ ndị ike gwụrụ site nʼụkọ na agụụ, ha na-agagharị nʼala kpọrọ nkụ na-awagharịkwa nʼime ọzara nʼabalị.
With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4 Nʼala ọhịa ka ha na-atụrị ahịhịa nnu, mgbọrọgwụ osisi brum bụkwa nri ha.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
5 A chụpụrụ ha site nʼetiti ndị mmadụ ibe ha, a na-etiso ha mkpu dịka ha bụ ndị ohi.
From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as 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 a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
7 Ha na-eme ụzụ nʼọhịa dịka ụmụ anụmanụ, na-ejikọta onwe ha nʼahịhịa toro nʼokpuru osisi.
Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
8 Ha bụ ndị e ledara anya, ndị na-enweghị aha, e sitere nʼala ahụ chụpụ ha.
Sons of folly — even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
9 “Ma ugbu a, abụrụla m ihe ụmụ okorobịa ji abụ abụ ịkwa emo; abụrụkwala m okwu ha ji anọpụrụ ụbọchị.
And now, their song I have been, And I am to 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 have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
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 His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
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 the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13 Ha na-etiwasị ụzọ m, ha kwadoro mmekpa ahụ m. ‘O nweghị onye ga-enyere ya aka,’ ka ha na-ekwu.
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'
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 a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
15 Oke egwu abịakwasịla m; ugwu m adịla ka ihe ifufe buuru, nchekwa m agabigala dịka igwe ojii.
He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16 “Ugbu a, ndụ m ji nwayọọ nwayọọ na-agabiga; ụbọchị ahụhụ ejidela m.
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 Abalị na-esewasị ọkpụkpụ m, ihe mgbu m nke na-ata ata enweghị ezumike.
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18 Nʼoke ike ya, Chineke na-adịrị m ka uwe; ọ na-ekechi m dịka olu uwe m.
By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 Ọ na-atụba m nʼime apịtị, mee ka m ghọọ ntụ na aja.
Casting me into mire, And I am 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 unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
21 Ị na-emegide m na-enweghị obi ebere; i ji aka gị dị ike megide m.
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest 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 dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest — Thou levellest me.
23 Amara m na ị ga-eweda m ruo ọnwụ; ruo nʼebe e debeere mmadụ niile dị ndụ.
For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
24 “Nʼezie, ọ dịghị onye na-emegide onye e tidara nʼala; mgbe ọ na-eti mkpu nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ya na-achọ enyemaka.
Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
25 Ọ bụ na m akwaghị akwa nʼihi ndị nọ na nsogbu; ọ bụ na mmụọ m erughị ụjụ nʼihi ndị ogbenye?
Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath 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.
When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
27 Obi m anaghị ezu ike nʼime m; ụbọchị ahụhụ na-ezute m.
My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have 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.
Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
29 Abụrụla m nwanne nkịta ọhịa; onye ya na ikwighịkwighị na-esogharị.
A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
30 Akpụkpọ ahụ m na-eji nji na-ekpe iwere; anụ ahụ m na-anụ ọkụ dịka ihe a kwanyere ọkụ.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31 Ụda ụbọ akwara m bụ ụda iru ụjụ; ụda ọja m bụkwa ụda iti mkpu akwa.
And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
