Job 19

19 ¹Den Job answer: ²"How long you go take torment my soul and crush me with words? ³Dis ten times now you don insult me; you no dey shame to do me bad. ⁴And even if na true say I don go astray, my mistake na my own palava. ⁵If truly una dey raise unaself over me and use my shame take argue against me, ⁶make una know say na God do me wrong and don close im net around me. ⁷I dey cry out, 'Violence!' but nobody answer me; I dey call for help, but no justice dey. ^a a v7 To cry 'Violence!' na di old-time public way to beg for justice — na di way people dem sabi to call for help against wrong wey dem do you. ⁸He don block my road with wall so I no fit pass, and he don put darkness for my paths. ⁹He don strip my glory comot from me and carry di crown comot from my head. ¹⁰He dey break me down for every side, and I don finish; he don uproot my hope like tree. ¹¹He don light up im anger against me and count me as im enemy. ¹²Im soldiers dem dey advance togeda; dem build dem war ramp against me and camp around my tent. ¹³He don put my brothers dem far from me, and dose wey sabi me don comot from me completely. ¹⁴My family people don fail me, and my close friends dem don forget me. ¹⁵Di people wey dey stay for my house and my house-girls dem count me as stranger; I don turn foreigner for dem eye. ¹⁶I dey call my servant, but he no answer; I gats to beg am with my own mouth. ¹⁷My breath dey make my wife vex, and I don turn sometin wey my own brothers dem dey hate. ¹⁸Even small pikin dem dey despise me; when I stand up, dem dey talk against me. ¹⁹All my close-close friends dem dey hate me, and dose wey I love don turn against me. ²⁰My bones dem don stick to my skin and to my flesh, and na by di skin of my teeth I take escape. ²¹Take pity on me, take pity on me, my friends, because di hand of God don strike me! ²²Why una dey pursue me like God, and una belle never full with my flesh? ²³If only dem for write my words down! If only dem for mark am inside scroll, ²⁴make dem take iron pen and lead take engrave am inside di rock forever! ²⁵Because I know say my Redeemer dey alive, and for di last day he go stand upon di dust. ^b b v25 Tr¯ough chapter after chapter of suffering, Job don talk about God for far-far way — but for here, one name wey carry closeness break through: 'my Redeemer,' di one wey claim am as im own. Christian tradition don hear dis verse for long time as di early hope wey our Papa fulfill for Jesus, wey go stand for di last day to defend im children. ²⁶And after my skin don spoil finish, still yet inside my flesh I go see God, ²⁷wey I myself go see, and my own eyes go look am, no be anoda person. My heart dey faint inside me! ²⁸If una talk say, 'How we go take pursue Job!' and, 'Na inside am we find di root of di matter,' ²⁹make una fear di sword, because anger dey bring di punishment of di sword, so dat una go know say judgment dey."