Job 17

¹ The end of my life dey near, e dey hard me to breathe; nothing remain for me but grave.

² I dey watch as people dey mock me.

³ I dey honest, God. Accept my word. Nobody dey to support wetin I talk again.

⁴ You don block their mind wey dem dey use think; you allow them get victory over me.

⁵ For old proverb, person betray him friend because of money, and him children suffer for am.

⁶ And now people dey use this proverb against me; dem dey come spit for my face.

⁷ My pain don almost make me blind; my hand and leg don thin like shadow.

⁸ Shock don catch those wey claim say dem dey honest, and dem condemn me like person wey no get god.

⁹ But those wey dey do right go continue to dey do wetin dey right. Those wey no dey guilty dey grow stronger.

¹⁰ But if all of them come stand for my front, I no go even find anyone of them wey wise.

¹¹ My days don pass; my plan don fail; my hope don go.

¹² But my friend dey talk say night na day; dem talk say light dey near, but I know say I dey for darkness.

¹³ My only hope na world of the dead, where I go lie down sleep for dark.

¹⁴ I fit call grave ‘my papa,’ and call worm wey go chop me ‘my mama and my sister’.

¹⁵ Where any hope dey for me? Who dey see any of am?

¹⁶ Hope no go follow me when I enter world of the dead.