Job 30
1 “Ṣùgbọ́n nísinsin yìí, àwọn tí mo gbà ní àbúrò ń fi mí ṣe ẹlẹ́yà baba ẹni tí èmi kẹ́gàn láti tò pẹ̀lú àwọn ajá nínú agbo ẹran mi.
But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
2 Kí ni ìwúlò agbára ọwọ́ wọn sí mi, níwọ̀n ìgbà tí agbára wọn ti fi wọ́n sílẹ̀?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
3 Wọ́n rù nítorí àìní àti ìyàn wọ́n ń rìn káàkiri ní ilẹ̀ gbígbẹ ní ibi ìkọ̀sílẹ̀ ní òru.
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
4 Àwọn ẹni tí ń já ewé iyọ̀ ní ẹ̀bá igbó; gbogbo igikígi ni oúnjẹ jíjẹ wọn.
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
5 A lé wọn kúrò láàrín ènìyàn, àwọn ènìyàn sì pariwo lé wọn lórí bí ẹní pariwo lé olè lórí.
They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
6 A mú wọn gbe inú pàlàpálá òkúta àfonífojì, nínú ihò ilẹ̀ àti ti òkúta.
They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
7 Wọ́n ń dún ní àárín igbó wọ́n kó ara wọn jọ pọ̀ ní abẹ́ ẹ̀gún neteli.
They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
8 Àwọn ọmọ ẹni tí òye kò yé, àní àwọn ọmọ lásán, a sì lé wọn jáde kúrò ní orí ilẹ̀.
They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
9 “Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí, àwọn ọmọ wọn ń fi mí ṣe ẹlẹ́yà nínú orin; àní èmi di ẹni ìṣọ̀rọ̀ sí láàrín wọn.
And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
10 Wọ́n kórìíra mi; wọ́n sá kúrò jìnnà sí mi, wọn kò sì bìkítà láti tutọ́ sí mi lójú.
I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
11 Nítorí Ọlọ́run ti tú okùn ìyè mi, ó sì pọ́n mi lójú; àwọn pẹ̀lú sì dẹ ìdẹ̀kùn níwájú mi.
For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
12 Àwọn ènìyàn lásán dìde ní apá ọ̀tún mi; wọ́n tì ẹsẹ̀ mi kúrò, wọ́n sì la ipa ọ̀nà ìparun sílẹ̀ dè mí.
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
13 Wọ́n da ipa ọ̀nà mi rú; wọ́n sì sọ ìparun mi di púpọ̀, àwọn tí kò ní olùrànlọ́wọ́.
They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
14 Wọ́n ya sí mi bí i omi tí ó ya gbuuru; ní ariwo ńlá ni wọ́n rọ́ wá.
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
15 Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà mí; wọ́n lépa ọkàn mi bí ẹ̀fúùfù, àlàáfíà mi sì kọjá lọ bí àwọ̀ sánmọ̀.
Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 “Àti nísinsin yìí, ayé mi n yòrò lọ díẹ̀díẹ̀; ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú mi dì mímú.
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 Òru gún mi nínú egungun mi, èyí tí ó bù mí jẹ kò sì sinmi.
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 Nípa agbára ńlá rẹ̀ Ọlọ́run wà bí aṣọ ìbora fún mi, ó sì lẹ̀ mọ́ mi ní ara yíká bí aṣọ ìlekè mi.
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Ọlọ́run ti mú mi lọ sínú ẹrẹ̀, èmi sì dàbí eruku àti eérú.
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
20 “Èmi ké pè ọ́ ìwọ Ọlọ́run, ṣùgbọ́n ìwọ kò dá mi lóhùn; èmi dìde dúró ìwọ sì wò mí lásán.
You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
21 Ìwọ padà di ẹni ìkà sí mi; ọwọ́ agbára rẹ ni ìwọ fi dè mí ní ọ̀nà.
You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22 Ìwọ gbé mi sókè sí inú ẹ̀fúùfù, ìwọ mú mi fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ìwọ sì sọ mí di asán pátápátá.
Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
23 Èmi sá à mọ̀ pé ìwọ yóò mú mi lọ sínú ikú, sí ilé ìpéjọ tí a yàn fún gbogbo alààyè.
For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
24 “Bí ó ti wù kí ó rí, ẹnìkan kí yóò ha nawọ́ rẹ̀ nígbà ìṣubú rẹ̀, tàbí kì yóò ké nínú ìparun rẹ̀.
Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
25 Èmi kò ha sọkún bí fún ẹni tí ó wà nínú ìṣòro? Ọkàn mi kò ha bàjẹ́ fún tálákà bí?
Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
26 Nígbà tí mo fojú ṣọ́nà fún àlàáfíà, ibi sì dé; nígbà tí mo dúró de ìmọ́lẹ̀, òkùnkùn sì dé.
For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
27 Ikùn mí n ru kò sì sinmi, ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú ti dé bá mi.
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 Èmí ń rìn kiri nínú ọ̀fọ̀, ṣùgbọ́n kì í ṣe nínú oòrùn; èmi dìde dúró ní àwùjọ mo sì kígbe fún ìrànlọ́wọ́.
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 Èmi ti di arákùnrin ìkookò, èmi di ẹgbẹ́ àwọn ògòǹgò.
I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
30 Àwọ̀ mi di dúdú ní ara mi; egungun mi sì jórun fún ooru.
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
31 Ohun èlò orin mi pẹ̀lú sì di ti ọ̀fọ̀, àti ìpè orin mi sì di ohùn àwọn tí ń sọkún.
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
