Yobu 16
1 Yobu n’addamu nti,
And Job answereth and saith: —
2 “Mpulidde ebintu bingi ebiri nga bino; mwenna muli mikwano gyange egitagasa.
I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
3 Ebigambo byammwe bingi, tebiikome? Kiki ekibaluma ne mutalekeraawo kuwakana?
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4 Nange nandyogedde nga mmwe, singa mmwe mubadde mu kifo kyange; nandyogedde ebigambo ebisengeke obulungi ebibanyiga, ne mbanyeenyeza n’omutwe gwange.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
5 Naye akamwa kange kandibazizzaamu amaanyi; ebigambo eby’essuubi okuva mu kamwa kange byandibaleetedde eddembe.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 “Ate bwe njogera, obulumi bwange tebuwona, bwe nsirika era busigalawo.
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
7 Mazima ddala, Ayi Katonda, ommazeemu amaanyi; osaanyiririzzaawo ddala ennyumba yange yonna.
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 Onsibye n’onyweza ekinnumiririza ddala, obukovvu bwange bwe bukulaga bwe ndi, kirabika ne ku maaso.
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9 Katonda annumba n’obusungu bwe n’anjuzaayuza, annumira emba; omulabe wange antunuulira nkaliriza n’amaaso ge agafumita.
His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10 Abantu bayasamya emimwa gyabwe ne bansekerera; bankuŋŋaanirako ne bankuba empi ku matama.
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11 Katonda ampaddeyo eri omukozi w’ebibi, era n’ansuula mu mikono gy’ababi.
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12 Nnali bulungi, n’anjuzaamu wakati; yankwata ku nsingo n’ammenyamu. Anfudde ssabbaawa,
At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13 abakubi b’obusaale banneetoolodde. Awatali kusaasira, afumita ensigo zange, omususa gwange ne guyiika ku ttaka.
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 Annumba, emirundi n’emirundi, n’anfubutukirako ng’omulwanyi omuzira.
He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15 “Neetungidde ebikutiya eby’okukungubagiramu, ne nkweka obwenyi bwange mu nfuufu.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 Nzenna mmyuse amaaso olw’okukaaba, ekisiikirize ekikwafu ennyo kyetoolodde amaaso gange,
My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
17 newaakubadde ng’emikono gyange tegirina bibi bye gikoze, n’okusaba kwange nga kutukuvu.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 “Ggwe ensi, tobikka ku musaayi gwange; nneme okusirisibwa!
O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 Era kaakano omujulirwa wange ali mu ggulu; omuwolereza wange ali waggulu nnyo ddala.
Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20 Mikwano gyange bansekerera, amaaso gange nga gakulukusa amaziga eri Katonda.
My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21 Ku lw’omuntu, yeegayirira eri Katonda ng’omuntu bwe yeegayiririra mukwano gwe.
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
22 “Emyaka mitono eginaayitawo nga sinnakwata lugendo olw’obutadda.”
When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
