Job 17 - Listen Online

¹ EMI mi bajẹ, ọjọ mi parun, isa-okú duro dè mi.

¹ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

² Nitõtọ! awọn ẹlẹya wà lọdọ mi, oju mi si tẹmọ́ imunibinu wọn.

² Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

³ Njẹ nisisiyi, fi lelẹ! yàn onigbọwọ fun mi lọdọ rẹ; tani oluwa rẹ̀ ti yio ba mi so ọwọ pọ̀?

³ Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

⁴ Nitoripe iwọ ti sé wọn laiya kuro ninu oye, nitorina iwọ kì yio gbé wọn leke.

⁴ For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

⁵ Ẹniti o fi awọn ọrẹ hàn fun igára, on ni oju awọn ọmọ rẹ̀ yio mu ofo.

⁵ He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

⁶ O si sọ mi di ẹni-owe fun awọn enia, niwaju wọn ni mo dabi ẹni itutọ́ si li oju.

⁶ He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

⁷ Oju mi ṣú baibai pẹlu nitori ibinujẹ, gbogbo ẹ̀ya ara mi si dabi ojiji.

⁷ Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

⁸ Awọn olododo yio yanu si eyi, ẹni alaiṣẹ̀ si binu si awọn àgabagebe.

⁸ Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

⁹ Olododo pẹlu yio di ọ̀na rẹ̀ mu, ati ọlọwọ mimọ́ yio ma lera siwaju.

⁹ The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

¹⁰ Ṣugbọn bi o ṣe ti gbogbo nyin, ẹ yipada, ki ẹ si tun bọ̀ nisisiyi, emi kò le ri ọlọgbón kan ninu nyin.

¹⁰ But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

¹¹ Ọjọ ti emi ti kọja, iro mi ti fà já, ani iro inu mi.

¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

¹² A sọ oru di ọ̀san; nwọn ni, imọlẹ sunmọ ibiti òkunkun de.

¹² They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

¹³ Bi mo tilẹ ni ireti, ipo-okú ni ile mi, mo ti tẹ bùsun mi sinu òkunkun.

¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

¹⁴ Emi ti wi fun idibajẹ pe, Iwọ ni baba mi, ati fun kòkoro pe, Iwọ ni iya mi ati arabinrin mi.

¹⁴ I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵ Ireti mi ha dà nisisiyi? bi o ṣe ti ireti mi ni, tani yio ri i?

¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶ O sọkalẹ lọ sinu ọgbun ipo-okú, nigbati a jumọ simi pọ̀ ninu erupẹ ilẹ.

¹⁶ They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.