Job 27
1 Pẹ̀lúpẹ̀lú Jobu sì tún sọkún ọ̀rọ̀ òwe rẹ̀, ó sì wí pé,
And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
2 “Bí Ọlọ́run ti ń bẹ, ẹni tí ó gba ìdájọ́ mi lọ, àti Olódùmarè tí ó bà mi ní ọkàn jẹ́,
“God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
3 níwọ́n ìgbà tí ẹ̀mí mi ń bẹ nínú mi, àti tí ẹ̀mí Ọlọ́run ń bẹ nínú ihò imú mi.
For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
4 Ètè mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ èké, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ahọ́n mi kì yóò sọ̀rọ̀ ẹ̀tàn.
My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
5 Kí a má rí i pé èmi ń dá yín láre; títí èmi ó fi kú, èmi kì yóò ṣí ìwà òtítọ́ mi kúrò lọ́dọ̀ mi.
Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
6 Òdodo mi ni èmi dìímú ṣinṣin, èmi kì yóò sì jọ̀wọ́ rẹ̀ lọ́wọ́; àyà mi kì yóò sì gan ọjọ́ kan nínú ọjọ́ ayé mi.
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
7 “Kí ọ̀tá mi kí ó dàbí ènìyàn búburú, àti ẹni tí ń dìde sí mi kí ó dàbí ẹni aláìṣòdodo.
My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
8 Nítorí kí ni ìrètí àgàbàgebè, nígbà tí Ọlọ́run bá ké ẹ̀mí rẹ̀ kúrò, nígbà tí ó sì fà á jáde?
For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
9 Ọlọ́run yóò ha gbọ́ àdúrà rẹ̀, nígbà tí ìpọ́njú bá dé sí i?
[Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
10 Òun ha le ní inú dídùn sí Olódùmarè? Òun ha lé máa ké pe Ọlọ́run nígbà gbogbo?
Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
11 “Èmi ó kọ́ yín ní ẹ̀kọ́ ní ti ọwọ́ Ọlọ́run: ọ̀nà tí ń bẹ lọ́dọ̀ Olódùmarè ni èmi kì yóò fi pamọ́.
I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
12 Kíyèsi i, gbogbo yín ni ó ti rí i; kín ni ìdí ọ̀rọ̀ asán yín?
Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
13 “Ẹ̀yin ni ìpín ènìyàn búburú lọ́dọ̀ Ọlọ́run, àti ogún àwọn aninilára, tí wọ́n ó gbà lọ́wọ́ Olódùmarè.
This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
14 Bí àwọn ọmọ rẹ bá di púpọ̀, fún idà ni; àwọn ọmọ ọmọ rẹ̀ kì yóò yó fún oúnjẹ.
If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
15 Àwọn tí ó kù nínú tirẹ̀ ni a ó sìnkú nínú àjàkálẹ̀-ààrùn: àwọn opó rẹ̀ kì yóò sì sọkún fún wọn.
His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
16 Bí ó tilẹ̀ kó fàdákà jọ bí erùpẹ̀, tí ó sì dá aṣọ jọ bí amọ̀;
If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
17 àwọn ohun tí ó tò jọ àwọn olóòtítọ́ ni yóò lò ó; àwọn aláìṣẹ̀ ni yóò sì pín fàdákà rẹ̀.
He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
18 Òun kọ́ ilé rẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ bí kòkòrò aṣọ, àti bí ahéré tí olùṣọ́ kọ́.
He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
19 Ọlọ́rọ̀ yóò dùbúlẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n òun kì yóò túnṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́, nígbà tí ó bá la ojú rẹ̀, gbogbo rẹ̀ a lọ.
He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
20 Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà á bí omi ṣíṣàn; ẹ̀fúùfù ńlá jí gbé lọ ní òru.
Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
21 Ẹ̀fúùfù ìlà-oòrùn gbé e lọ, òun sì lọ; àti bí ìjì ńlá ó sì fà á kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.
An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
22 Nítorí pé Olódùmarè yóò kọlù ú, kì yóò sì dá sí; òun ìbá yọ̀ láti sá kúrò ní ọwọ́ rẹ̀.
And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
23 Àwọn ènìyàn yóò sì ṣápẹ́ sí i lórí, wọn yóò sì ṣe síọ̀ sí i kúrò ní ipò rẹ̀.”
It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
