Job 17
1 “Ẹ̀mí mi bàjẹ́, ọjọ́ mi ni a ti gé kúrú, isà òkú dúró dè mí.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 Nítòótọ́ àwọn ẹlẹ́yà wà lọ́dọ̀ mi, ojú mi sì tẹ̀mọ́ ìmúnibínú wọn.
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 “Fi fún mi Olúwa, ìlérí tí ìwọ fẹ́; ta ni yóò le ṣe ààbò fún mi?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 Nítorí pé ìwọ ti sé wọ́n láyà kúrò nínú òye; nítorí náà ìwọ kì yóò gbé wọn lékè.
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 Ẹni tí ó sọ ọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀tàn dídún fún àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ rẹ̀ fún èrè, òun ni ojú àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ yóò mú òfo.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 “Ọlọ́run ti sọ mi di ẹni òwe fún àwọn ènìyàn; níwájú wọn ni mo dàbí ẹni ìtutọ́ sí ní ojú.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 Ojú mí ṣú bàìbàì nítorí ìbìnújẹ́, gbogbo ẹ̀yà ara mi sì dàbí òjìji.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 Àwọn olódodo yóò yanu sí èyí, ẹni aláìṣẹ̀ sì bínú sí àwọn àgàbàgebè.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 Olódodo pẹ̀lú yóò di ọ̀nà rẹ̀ mú, àti ọlọ́wọ́ mímọ́ yóò máa lera síwájú.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 “Ṣùgbọ́n bí ó ṣe ti gbogbo yín, ẹ yípadà, kí ẹ si tún padà nísinsin yìí; èmi kò le rí ọlọ́gbọ́n kan nínú yín.
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 Ọjọ́ tí èmi ti kọjá, ìrò mi ti fà yá, àní ìrò ọkàn mi.
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Àwọn ènìyàn wọ̀nyí ń ṣọ́ òru di ọ̀sán; wọ́n ní, ìmọ́lẹ̀ súnmọ́ ibi tí òkùnkùn dé.
Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch. (Sheol h7585)
14 Èmi ti wí fún ìdíbàjẹ́ pé, ìwọ ni baba mi, àti fún kòkòrò pé, ìwọ ni ìyá mi àti arábìnrin mi,
To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 ìrètí mi ha dà nísinsin yìí? Bí ó ṣe ti ìrètí mi ni, ta ni yóò rí i?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
