Job 32
1 Mgbe ahụ, ndị ikom atọ ndị a kwusịrị ịsa Job okwu ọbụla ọzọ nʼihi na ọ hụrụ onwe ya dịka onye ezi omume.
So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.
2 Ma oke iwe were Elihu nwa Barakel onye obodo Buz, si nʼikwu Ram megide Job nʼihi na ọ gụrụ onwe ya dịka onye ezi omume karịa Chineke.
Then the wrath of Elihu the son of Barachel, the Buzite, of the family of Ram, was kindled against Job. His wrath was kindled because he justified himself rather than God.
3 Iwe wekwara ya nʼebe mmadụ atọ ndị enyi Job nọ, nʼihi na ọ dịghị ebe ha hụtara Job dịka onye ụzọ ya na-ezighị ezi, ma ha gara nʼihu ịma ya ikpe.
Also his wrath was kindled against his three friends, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.
4 Ma ruo ugbu a, Elihu agwaghị Job okwu ọbụla nʼihi na ndị ọzọ bụ okenye nʼebe ọ nọ.
Now Elihu had waited to speak to Job, because they were older than he.
5 Ma mgbe ọ hụrụ na ndị ikom atọ ndị a enweghị okwu ọzọ ha ga-ekwu, nke a kpasuru ya iwe.
When Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of these three men, his wrath was kindled.
6 Ma Elihu nwa Barakel onye obodo Buz zara sị: “Abụ m nwantakịrị nʼọnụọgụgụ afọ m gbara, ma unu bụ ndị okenye; ọ bụ nke a mere m ji gbaa nkịtị nʼụjọ, hapụ ịgwa unu ihe m maara.
Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered, “I am young, and you are very old. Therefore I held back, and didn’t dare show you my opinion.
7 Echere m nʼobi m sị, ‘Ọnụọgụgụ afọ ga-ekwu okwu; ọtụtụ afọ ka ọ dịkwara ikuzi amamihe.’
I said, ‘Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.’
8 Ma ọ bụ mmụọ dị nʼime mmadụ, nkuume nke Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile na-enye nghọta.
But there is a spirit in man, and the Spirit of the Almighty gives them understanding.
9 Ọ bụghị naanị ndị okenye bụ ndị mara ihe, ọ bụkwaghị naanị ndị gbara ọtụtụ afọ bụ ndị na-aghọta ihe ziri ezi.
It is not the great who are wise, nor the aged who understand justice.
10 “Ya mere m na-asị, Geenụ m ntị; mụ onwe m ga-agwa unu ihe m ma.
Therefore I said, ‘Listen to me; I also will show my opinion.’
11 Echeere m oge niile unu na-ekwu okwu, egere m ntị na ntụgharị uche unu, oge niile unu na-achọpụta okwu unu ga-ekwu.
“Behold, I waited for your words, and I listened for your reasoning, while you searched out what to say.
12 Egere m nnọọ unu ntị, ma ọ dịghị onye nʼime unu nwerela ike gosi Job ụzọ o si jehie; ọ dịghị onye nʼime unu zaghachiri ịrụ ụka ya.
Yes, I gave you my full attention, but there was no one who convinced Job, or who answered his words, amongst you.
13 Unu ekwula sị, ‘Anyị achọtala amamihe; ka Chineke na-abụghị mmadụ gosi ya mmehie ya.’
Beware lest you say, ‘We have found wisdom. God may refute him, not man;’
14 Ma Job edozighị okwu ya nʼusoro megide m, ya mere agaghị m eji ịrụ ụka unu zaghachi ya.
for he has not directed his words against me; neither will I answer him with your speeches.
15 “Ha adaala mba na-enweghị ihe ọzọ ha ga-ekwu; ike okwu agwụla ha.
“They are amazed. They answer no more. They don’t have a word to say.
16 M ga-echere, ugbu a ha deere duu, ugbu a ha guzo ebe ahụ na-enweghị ọsịsa?
Shall I wait, because they don’t speak, because they stand still, and answer no more?
17 Mụ onwe m ga-ekwu uche m; ihe m maara ka mụ onwe m ga-ekwu,
I also will answer my part, and I also will show my opinion.
18 nʼihi na okwu juru m ọnụ, ọ bụkwa mmụọ dị nʼime m na-akwagide m.
For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.
19 Nʼime m, adị m ka mmanya na-agbọ ụfụfụ a kwuchiri na karama, dịka karama akpụkpọ ọhụrụ dị njikere ịgbawa.
Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.
20 Aga m ekwurịrị okwu ka m sị nʼụzọ dị otu a chọta izuike; aga m emeghe egbugbere ọnụ m ma zaghachi.
I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.
21 Agaghị m ekpe mmadụ ọbụla ikpe mmegide maọbụ jaa mmadụ ọbụla mma nʼụzọ na-ezighị ezi.
Please don’t let me respect any man’s person, neither will I give flattering titles to any man.
22 Nʼihi na ọ bụrụ na m bụ ọka nwere ire ụtọ nʼịja ihe na-ezighị ezi mma, Onye kere m ga-ewepụ m nʼoge na-adịghị anya.
For I don’t know how to give flattering titles, or else my Maker would soon take me away.
