Job 4
1 Mgbe ahụ, Elifaz onye obodo Teman zara Job sị:
Then responded Eliphaz the Temanite, and said: —
2 “Iwe ọ ga-ewe gị ma ọ bụrụ na mmadụ agwa gị okwu? Onye kwanụ nwere ike ịnọ nʼebe a hapụ ikwu okwu?
If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?
3 Lee ka i siri nye ọtụtụ mmadụ ndụmọdụ, na ka i si mee ka ndị na-ada mba nwee ume.
Lo! thou hast admonished many, and, slack hands, hast thou been wont to uphold:
4 Okwu ọnụ gị abụrụla ihe ịgbaume nye ọtụtụ mmadụ, ị bụrụla ịgbaume nye ndị ikpere ha na-ama jijiji.
Him that was stumbling, have thy words raised up, and, sinking knees, hast thou strengthened.
5 Ma leenụ ugbu a, nsogbu abịakwasịla gị, ị bụrụla onye na-ada mba; nsogbu etiela gị aka, i na-ama jijiji.
But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed.
6 Egwu ị na-atụ Chineke ọ gaghị abụ ihe ịgbaume nye gị, izi ezi nke ndụ gị abụrụkwa olileanya gị?
Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?
7 “Chee echiche ugbu a! Onye, bụ onye aka ya dị ọcha, nke a larala nʼiyi? Ebee ka i hụrụ ka e bibiri ndị na-eme ihe ziri ezi?
Remember, I pray thee, who, being innocent, hath perished, or when, the upright, have been cut off.
8 Dịka m si hụ ya, ndị na-agha ajọ ihe dịka mkpụrụ na ndị na-akụ okwu na ụka na-aghọta ya dịka ihe ubi.
So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:
9 Chineke na-ala ha nʼiyi site nʼume ọ na-ekupụta. Ọ na-esitekwa nʼoke iwe ya repịa ha.
By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:
10 Ọdụm nwere ike gbọọ ụja, maọbụ bigbọọ, ma eze ọdụm dị ike ka a gbajisiri.
[Notwithstanding] the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:
11 Oke ọdụm na-ala nʼiyi site na-enweghị ihe ọ dọgbutara, ụmụ nne ọdụm niile ka a na-achụsa.
The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.
12 “E mere ka okwu rute m nʼụzọ nzuzo, ntị m nụrụ ya nʼịgba izu.
But, unto me, something was brought by stealth, —and mine ear caught a whispering of the same:
13 Nʼime nkụja nke oke nrọ nke abalị, mgbe oke ụra na-adakwasị ụmụ mmadụ,
When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, —When deep sleep falleth upon men,
14 oke ụjọ na ahụ ịma jijiji dakwasịrị m, meekwa ka ọkpụkpụ niile dị nʼahụ m maa jijiji.
Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:
15 Otu mmụọ sitere nʼihu m gafee. Ọ bụladị ajị dị m nʼahụ guzochara ọtọ nʼihi ụjọ.
Then, a spirit, over my face, floated along, The hair of my flesh bristled-up:
16 Ọ kwụsịrị; ma apụghị m ịkọ ihe ọ bụ. Onyinyo guzooro nʼanya m, anụrụ m olu dị nro, nke kwuru sị:
It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes, —A whispering voice, I heard: —
17 ‘Mmadụ efu ọ nwere ike bụrụ onye ezi omume karịa Chineke? Ọ bụladị nwoke dị ike, ọ pụrụ ịdị ọcha nʼobi karịa Onye kere ya?
Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?
18 Ọ bụrụ na Chineke adịghị atụkwasị ndị ozi ya obi, ọ bụrụ na ọ na-ebo ndị mmụọ ozi ya ebubo imejọ ihe,
Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:
19 ọ ga-esi aṅaa ghara ibo ndị bi nʼụlọ ụrọ ebubo karịa, bụ ndị ntọala ha dị nʼaja, ndị nke a na-azọpịa ngwangwa dịka nla.
How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:
20 Site nʼụtụtụ ruo nʼanyasị, a na-etipịasị ha: ha na-ala nʼiyi ruo mgbe ebighị ebi, ihe niile a na-agakwa dịka o si aga.
Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:
21 Ọ bụ na-eholiteghị eriri ụlọ ikwu ha elu, mee ka ha nwụọ na-enweghị amamihe?’
Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!
