Job Answer Im Friends
Job call im friends useless doctors wey dey use lie paint tins white, and im warn dem say God no go thank dem for dey take im side with wayo. Im wan argue im case with God imself: even if E kill me, I go still hope for am. Then, why you dey hide your face?
13 1"Look, my eye don see all dis tin; my ear don hear am and understand am. 2Wetin una know, na im I too know; I no dey below una. 3But na di Almighty I wan talk to, and my belle dey hot to argue my case with God. 4But una dey rub lie for wall make e fine; all of una na doctor wey no fit do anytin. 5If only una go just keep quiet well well—na dat one for be una wisdom! 6Now hear my argument, and listen to di plea wey comot for my mouth. 7Una wan talk lie for God, and talk deceit for im sake? 8Una wan take side for am? Una wan argue di case for God? 9E go good for una wen e check una well? Or una fit deceive am di way una go deceive man? 10E go sure sure yab una if una dey secretly take side. 11Im greatness no go make una shake, and di fear of am no go fall on una? 12Di wise word wey una dey talk na proverb of ashes; wetin una take defend una sef na clay.
13"Keep quiet for my front, make I talk; make wetin wan come fall on me. 14Why I go put my own flesh for danger and carry my life for my own hand? 15Even if e kill me, I go still put my hope for am; but I go defend my ways for im face. a a v15 Even for im complain, Job trust still dey reach toward God. Di full breakthrough for di relationship go come later — Job go see our Papa face to face for di end of di book. 16Dis one too go be my deliverance, for no person wey no get God for mind go fit come near am. 17Hear my words well well; make wetin I dey declare reach una ear. 18Look, I don ready my case; I know say dem go find me innocent. 19Who go fit challenge me? For if e be so, I go keep quiet and die.
20"Just gimme two tins, and I no go hide myself from your face: 21Pull your hand comot far from me, and no let di fear of you make me shake. 22Then call, and I go answer; or make I talk, and you reply me. 23How many na my wrong and my sin dem? Show me my rebellion and my sin. 24Why you dey hide your face and count me as your enemy? 25You wan frighten leaf wey wind dey blow, and dey chase dry chaff? 26For you dey write bitter tins against me and dey make me inherit di sins of my young days. 27You put my leg for stock and dey watch all my roads; you draw line for di sole of my feet.
28"So man dey waste away like wood wey don rotten, like cloth wey moth don chop."
