Job 19
1 Ìgbà náà ni Jobu dáhùn, ó sì wí pé:
But Job answered and said:
2 “Yóò ti pẹ́ tó tí ẹ̀yin ó fi máa fi ìyà jẹ mí, tí ẹ̀yin ó fi máa fi ọ̀rọ̀ yìí?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
3 Ìgbà mẹ́wàá ní yin yọ mi lénu ẹ̀yin ti ń gàn mí; ojú kò tì yín tí ẹ fi jẹ mí ní yà.
These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
4 Kí a sì wí bẹ́ẹ̀ pé, mo ṣìnà nítòótọ́, ìṣìnà mi wà lára èmi tìkára mi.
And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
5 Bí ó tilẹ̀ ṣe pé ẹ̀yin ó ṣògo si mi lórí nítòótọ́, tí ẹ ó sì máa fi ẹ̀gàn mi gún mí lójú,
Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
6 kí ẹ mọ̀ nísinsin yìí pé, Ọlọ́run ni ó bì mí ṣubú, ó sì nà àwọ̀n rẹ̀ yí mi ká.
Know then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath encompassed me with his net.
7 “Kíyèsi, èmi ń kígbe pe, ‘Ọwọ́ alágbára!’ Ṣùgbọ́n a kò gbọ́ ti èmi; mo kígbe fún ìrànlọ́wọ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sí ìdájọ́.
Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
8 Ó ṣọgbà dí ọ̀nà mi tí èmi kò le è kọjá, Ó sì mú òkùnkùn ṣú sí ipa ọ̀nà mi.
He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
9 Ó ti bọ́ ògo mi, ó sì ṣí adé kúrò ní orí mi.
He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10 Ó ti bà mí jẹ́ ní ìhà gbogbo, ẹ̀mí sì pin; ìrètí mi ni a ó sì fàtu bí igi.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
11 Ó sì tiná bọ ìbínú rẹ̀ sí mi, ó sì kà mí sí bí ọ̀kan nínú àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ̀.
He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
12 Ẹgbẹ́ ogun rẹ̀ sì dàpọ̀ sí mi, wọ́n sì mọ odi yí mi ká, wọ́n sì yí àgọ́ mi ká.
His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
13 “Ó mú àwọn arákùnrin mi jìnà sí mi réré, àti àwọn ojúlùmọ̀ mi di àjèjì sí mi pátápátá.
My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
14 Àwọn alájọbí mi fàsẹ́yìn, àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ tímọ́tímọ́ mi sì di onígbàgbé mi.
My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
15 Àwọn ará inú ilé mi àti àwọn ìránṣẹ́bìnrin mi kà mí sí àjèjì; èmi jásí àjèjì ènìyàn ní ojú wọn.
The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
16 Mo pe ìránṣẹ́ mi, òun kò sì dá mi lóhùn; mo fi ẹnu mi bẹ̀ ẹ́.
I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
17 Ẹ̀mí mi ṣú àyà mi, àti òórùn mi ṣú àwọn ọmọ inú ìyá mi.
My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
18 Àní àwọn ọmọdékùnrin fi mí ṣẹ̀sín, mo dìde, wọ́n sì sọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀gàn sí mi.
Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
19 Gbogbo àwọn ọ̀rẹ́ kòríkòsùn mi kórìíra mi, àwọn olùfẹ́ mi sì kẹ̀yìndà mí.
All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 Egungun mi lẹ̀ mọ́ ara mi àti mọ́ ẹran-ara mi, mo sì yọ́ pẹ̀lú awọ eyín mi.
My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 “Ẹ ṣàánú fún mi, ẹ ṣàánú fún mi, ẹ̀yin ọ̀rẹ́ mi, nítorí ọwọ́ Ọlọ́run ti bà mí.
Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
22 Nítorí kí ni ẹ̀yin ṣe lépa mi bí Ọlọ́run, tí ẹran-ara mi kò tẹ́ yín lọ́rùn?
Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Háà! Ìbá ṣe pé a le kọ̀wé ọ̀rọ̀ mi nísinsin yìí, ìbá ṣe pé a le kọ ọ sínú ìwé!
O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
24 Kí a fi kálámù irin àti ti òjé kọ wọ́n sínú àpáta fún láéláé.
That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
25 Nítorí èmi mọ̀ pé olùdáǹdè mi ń bẹ láààyè àti pe òun ni yóò dìde dúró lórí ilẹ̀ ní ìkẹyìn;
Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
26 àti lẹ́yìn ìgbà tí a pa àwọ̀ ara mi run, síbẹ̀ láìsí ẹran-ara mi ni èmi ó rí Ọlọ́run,
And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
27 ẹni tí èmi ó rí fún ara mi, tí ojú mi ó sì wo, kì sì í ṣe ti ẹlòmíràn; ọkàn mi sì dákú ní inú mi.
Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
28 “Bí ẹ̀yin bá wí pé, ‘Àwa ó ti lépa rẹ̀ tó! Àti pé, gbogbo ọ̀rọ̀ náà ni a sá à rí ní ọwọ́ rẹ̀,’
Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
29 kí ẹ̀yin kí ó bẹ̀rù, nítorí ìbínú ní í mú ìjìyà wá nípa idà, kí ẹ̀yin kí ó lè mọ̀ pé ìdájọ́ kan ń bẹ.”
Be ye afraid of the sword! For malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
