Job 16
1 Ìgbà náà ní Jobu dáhùn, ó sì wí pé,
And Job made answer and said,
2 “Èmi ti gbọ́ irú ohun púpọ̀ bẹ́ẹ̀ rí ayọnilẹ́nu onítùnú ènìyàn ní gbogbo yín.
Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
3 Ọ̀rọ̀ asán lè ni òpin? Tàbí kí ni ó gbó ọ láyà tí ìwọ fi dáhùn?
May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?
4 Èmi pẹ̀lú le sọ bí ẹ̀yin; bí ọkàn yín bá wà ní ipò ọkàn mi, èmi le sọ ọ̀rọ̀ dáradára púpọ̀ sí yín ní ọrùn, èmi a sì mi orí mi sí i yín.
It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:
5 Èmi ìbá fi ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu mi gbà yín ni ìyànjú, àti ṣíṣí ètè mi ìbá sì tu ìbìnújẹ́ yín.
I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
6 “Bí èmi tilẹ̀ sọ̀rọ̀, ìbìnújẹ́ mi kò lọ; bí mo sì tilẹ̀ dákẹ́, níbo ni ìtùnú mí ko kúrò?
If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
7 Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí, ó dá mi lágara; ìwọ Ọlọ́run mú gbogbo ẹgbẹ́ mi takété.
But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 Ìwọ fi ìhunjọ kùn mí lára, èyí tí o jẹ́rìí tì mí; àti rírù tí ó hàn lára mi, ó jẹ́rìí tì mí ní ojú.
It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9 Ọlọ́run fi i ìbínú rẹ̀ fà mí ya, ó sì gbóguntì mí; ó pa eyín rẹ̀ keke sí mi, ọ̀tá mi sì gbójú rẹ̀ sí mi.
I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
10 Wọ́n ti fi ẹnu wọn yẹ̀yẹ́ mi; Wọ́n gbá mi ní ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ ni ìgbá ẹ̀gàn; wọ́n kó ara wọn pọ̀ sí mi.
Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
11 Ọlọ́run ti fi mí lé ọwọ́ ẹni búburú, ó sì mú mi ṣubú sí ọwọ́ ènìyàn ìkà.
God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
12 Mo ti jókòó jẹ́ẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n ó fà mí já; ó sì dì mí ni ọrùn mú, ó sì gbọ̀n mí túútúú, ó sì gbé mi kalẹ̀ láti ṣe àmì ìtafàsí rẹ̀;
I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 àwọn tafàtafà rẹ̀ dúró yí mi káàkiri. Ó là mí láyà pẹ̀rẹ̀, kò si dá sí, ó sì tú òróòro ara mi dà sílẹ̀.
His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 Ìbàjẹ́ lórí ìbàjẹ́ ní ó fi bà mí jẹ́; ó súré kọlù mi bí jagunjagun.
I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15 “Mo rán aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ bò ara mi, mo sì rẹ̀ ìwo mi sílẹ̀ nínú erùpẹ̀.
I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 Ojú mi ti pọ́n fún ẹkún, òjìji ikú sì ṣẹ́ sí ìpéǹpéjú mi.
My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
17 Kì í ṣe nítorí àìṣòótọ́ kan ní ọwọ́ mi; àdúrà mi sì mọ́ pẹ̀lú.
Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.
18 “Háà! Ilẹ̀ ayé, ìwọ má ṣe bò ẹ̀jẹ̀ mi, kí ẹkún mi má ṣe wà ní ipò kan.
O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!
19 Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí kíyèsi i, ẹlẹ́rìí mi ń bẹ ní ọ̀run, ẹ̀rí mi sì ń bẹ lókè ọ̀run.
Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
20 Àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ mi ń fi mí ṣẹ̀sín, ṣùgbọ́n ojú mi ń da omijé sọ́dọ̀ Ọlọ́run,
My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
21 ìbá ṣe pé ẹnìkan le è máa ṣe alágbàwí fún ẹnìkejì lọ́dọ̀ Ọlọ́run, bí ènìyàn kan ti í ṣe alágbàwí fún ẹnìkejì rẹ̀.
So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
22 “Nítorí nígbà tí iye ọdún díẹ̀ rékọjá tán, nígbà náà ni èmi ó lọ sí ibi tí èmi kì yóò padà bọ̀.”
For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
