Job 6
1 Mgbe ahụ, Job zara sị:
But Job answered and said,
2 “A sịkwarị na a pụrụ ịtụ ihe mgbu m ya na nhụju anya m niile nʼelu nʼihe ọtụtụ!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 Ọ ghaghị ịdị arọ karịa aja dị nʼọnụ mmiri ọtụtụ osimiri, nke mere okwu m ji ada ike ike.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4 Àkụ Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile gbara dị nʼime m; mmụọ m na-aṅụkwa nsi dị na ha; ihe egwu Chineke edoola onwe ha nʼusoro imegide m.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe o nwere ahịhịa ọ na-ata, ka oke ehi ọ na-akwa akwa mgbe ihe oriri ya dị?
Doth the wild donkey bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 A na-eri nri na-adịghị ụtọ ma e etinyeghị ya nnu, ka o nwere ụtọ dị na eso ọkwụrụ?
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 A jụrụ m ịmetụ ya aka, nʼihi na nri dị otu a na-eme ka m daa ọrịa.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8 “O, asị nnọọ na a ga-emere m ihe m na-arịọ, na Chineke ga-enye m ihe m na-atụ anya ya.
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Ọbụladị ka Chineke kwe igwepịa m ka ọ tọpụ aka ya, bipụ ndụ m.
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Mgbe ahụ, aga m enwe nkasiobi a, wụlikwaa elu nʼime ihe mgbu na-adịgide, na o nwebeghị oge ọbụla m gọnarịrị okwu nke Onye ahụ dị nsọ.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 “Ike gịnị ka m nwere, na m ga-anọgide na-enwe olileanya ndụ? Ọganihu gịnị dị, na m na-anọgide na-enwe ndidi?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike nkume? Ka anụ ahụ m ọ bụ bronz?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13 Ọ ga-abụ na m nwere ike inyere onwe m aka, ugbu a, e siterela nʼebe m nọ wezuga nzube?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 “Onye ọbụla nʼejichi ebere site nʼebe enyi ya nọ na-agbakụta egwu Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile azụ.
To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 Ma ụmụnna m bụ ndị a na-ekwesighị ịdabere na ha, dịka iyi mmiri na-akọ, dịka iyi nke na-etofe ọnụ ya,
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
16 nke na-eji ojii nʼihi mkpụrụ mmiri oyi, nke unyi jupụtara nʼihi mgbaze nke mkpụrụ mmiri oyi.
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
17 Nke na-akwụsị ịsọpụta nʼoge ọkọchị, nke na-ata ata nʼihi okpomọkụ.
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Ndị ije na-atụgharị site nʼokporoụzọ ije ha. Ha na-arịgo nʼala akọrọ si otu a laa nʼiyi.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19 Ndị ije si Tema na-ele anya mmiri, otu a kwa ndị ahịa Sheba na-ele anya nʼolileanya.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 Obi mgbu na-ejide ha nʼihi na ha nwere ntụkwasị obi, ha bịarutere ebe ahụ, bụrụ ndị emenyere ihere.
They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
21 Ma ugbu a, unu egosila na unu abaghị uru, unu ahụla ihe na-eyi egwu ma ụjọ ejidela unu.
For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
22 O nweela mgbe m sịrị unu, ‘Nyenụ ihe ọbụla nʼọnọdụ m, sitenụ nʼakụnụba unu kwụọ ụgwọ ịgbapụta m,
Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
23 gbapụtanụ m nʼaka ndị iro, maọbụ napụtanụ m nʼaka ndị na-enweghị obi ebere’?
Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
24 “Zienụ m ihe ga-eme ka m mechie ọnụ, gosi m ebe m si mejọọ.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 Eziokwu na-egbu mgbu nʼobi! Ma gịnị ka ịrụ ụka unu na-ewepụta?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
26 Ị chọrọ idozi okwu ọnụ m? Si otu a mee ka okwu onye ike gwụrụ ghọọ ikuku efu?
Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
27 Unu nwere ike ife nza nʼisi onye na-enweghị nna, ma refukwaa enyi unu.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
28 “Lezie m anya nke ọma, ọ dị unu ka m nwere ike ilegide unu anya gwa unu okwu ụgha?
Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
29 Kwụsịnụ ihe unu na-eme. Unu abụla ndị na-eme ihe na-ezighị ezi, tuleenụ ihe unu na-eme, nʼihi na ezi omume m ka guzosiri ike.
Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
30 Ọ dị ihe ọjọọ si nʼegbugbere ọnụ m abụọ pụta? Ọ bụ na ọnụ m apụghị ịchọpụta nzube iro?
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
