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.
Now those who are younger than I have nothing but mockery for me— these young men whose fathers I would have refused to allow to work beside the dogs of my flock.
2 Kí ni ìwúlò agbára ọwọ́ wọn sí mi, níwọ̀n ìgbà tí agbára wọn ti fi wọ́n sílẹ̀?
Indeed, the strength of their fathers' hands, how could it have helped me— men in whom the strength of their mature age had perished?
3 Wọ́n rù nítorí àìní àti ìyàn wọ́n ń rìn káàkiri ní ilẹ̀ gbígbẹ ní ibi ìkọ̀sílẹ̀ ní òru.
They were thin from poverty and hunger; they gnawed at the dry ground in the darkness of wilderness and desolation.
4 Àwọn ẹni tí ń já ewé iyọ̀ ní ẹ̀bá igbó; gbogbo igikígi ni oúnjẹ jíjẹ wọn.
They plucked saltwort and bushes' leaves; the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 A lé wọn kúrò láàrín ènìyàn, àwọn ènìyàn sì pariwo lé wọn lórí bí ẹní pariwo lé olè lórí.
They were driven out from among people who shouted after them as one would shout after a thief.
6 A mú wọn gbe inú pàlàpálá òkúta àfonífojì, nínú ihò ilẹ̀ àti ti òkúta.
So they had to live in river valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Wọ́n ń dún ní àárín igbó wọ́n kó ara wọn jọ pọ̀ ní abẹ́ ẹ̀gún neteli.
Among the bushes they brayed like donkeys and they gathered together under the nettles.
8 Àwọn ọmọ ẹni tí òye kò yé, àní àwọn ọmọ lásán, a sì lé wọn jáde kúrò ní orí ilẹ̀.
They were the sons of fools, indeed, sons of nameless people! They were driven out of the land with whips.
9 “Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí, àwọn ọmọ wọn ń fi mí ṣe ẹlẹ́yà nínú orin; àní èmi di ẹni ìṣọ̀rọ̀ sí láàrín wọn.
But now I have become the subject of their taunting song; I have become a byword for them.
10 Wọ́n kórìíra mi; wọ́n sá kúrò jìnnà sí mi, wọn kò sì bìkítà láti tutọ́ sí mi lójú.
They abhor me and stand far off from me; they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
11 Nítorí Ọlọ́run ti tú okùn ìyè mi, ó sì pọ́n mi lójú; àwọn pẹ̀lú sì dẹ ìdẹ̀kùn níwájú mi.
For God has unstrung the string to my bow and afflicted me, and those who taunt me cast off restraint before my face.
12 Àwọn ènìyàn lásán dìde ní apá ọ̀tún mi; wọ́n tì ẹsẹ̀ mi kúrò, wọ́n sì la ipa ọ̀nà ìparun sílẹ̀ dè mí.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they drive me away and pile up against me their siege mounds.
13 Wọ́n da ipa ọ̀nà mi rú; wọ́n sì sọ ìparun mi di púpọ̀, àwọn tí kò ní olùrànlọ́wọ́.
They destroy my path; they push forward disaster for me, men who have no one to hold them back.
14 Wọ́n ya sí mi bí i omi tí ó ya gbuuru; ní ariwo ńlá ni wọ́n rọ́ wá.
They come against me like an army through a wide hole in a city wall; in the midst of the destruction they roll themselves in on me.
15 Ẹ̀rù ńlá bà mí; wọ́n lépa ọkàn mi bí ẹ̀fúùfù, àlàáfíà mi sì kọjá lọ bí àwọ̀ sánmọ̀.
Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is driven away as if by the wind; my prosperity passes away as a cloud.
16 “Àti nísinsin yìí, ayé mi n yòrò lọ díẹ̀díẹ̀; ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú mi dì mímú.
Now my life is pouring out from within me; many days of suffering have laid hold on me.
17 Òru gún mi nínú egungun mi, èyí tí ó bù mí jẹ kò sì sinmi.
In the night my bones in me are pierced; the pains that gnaw at me take no rest.
18 Nípa agbára ńlá rẹ̀ Ọlọ́run wà bí aṣọ ìbora fún mi, ó sì lẹ̀ mọ́ mi ní ara yíká bí aṣọ ìlekè mi.
God's great force has seized my clothing; it wraps around me like the collar of my tunic.
19 Ọlọ́run ti mú mi lọ sínú ẹrẹ̀, èmi sì dàbí eruku àti eérú.
He has thrown me into the mud; I have become like dust and ashes.
20 “Èmi ké pè ọ́ ìwọ Ọlọ́run, ṣùgbọ́n ìwọ kò dá mi lóhùn; èmi dìde dúró ìwọ sì wò mí lásán.
I cry to you, God, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you merely look at me.
21 Ìwọ padà di ẹni ìkà sí mi; ọwọ́ agbára rẹ ni ìwọ fi dè mí ní ọ̀nà.
You have changed and become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you persecute me.
22 Ìwọ gbé mi sókè sí inú ẹ̀fúùfù, ìwọ mú mi fò lọ, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ìwọ sì sọ mí di asán pátápátá.
You lift me up to the wind and cause it to drive me along; you throw me back and forth in a 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 know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the 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.
However, does no one reach out with his hand to beg for help when he falls? Does no one in trouble call out for help?
25 Èmi kò ha sọkún bí fún ẹni tí ó wà nínú ìṣòro? Ọkàn mi kò ha bàjẹ́ fún tálákà bí?
Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Did I not grieve for the needy man?
26 Nígbà tí mo fojú ṣọ́nà fún àlàáfíà, ibi sì dé; nígbà tí mo dúró de ìmọ́lẹ̀, òkùnkùn sì dé.
When I hoped for good, then evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came instead.
27 Ikùn mí n ru kò sì sinmi, ọjọ́ ìpọ́njú ti dé bá mi.
My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction have come on 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 have gone about like one who was living in the dark, but not because of the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Èmi ti di arákùnrin ìkookò, èmi di ẹgbẹ́ àwọn ògòǹgò.
I am a brother to jackals, a companion of ostriches.
30 Àwọ̀ mi di dúdú ní ara mi; egungun mi sì jórun fún ooru.
My skin is black and falls away from me; my bones are burned with heat.
31 Ohun èlò orin mi pẹ̀lú sì di ti ọ̀fọ̀, àti ìpè orin mi sì di ohùn àwọn tí ń sọkún.
Therefore my harp is tuned for songs of mourning, my flute for the singing of those who wail.
