Job 2

2 ¹Anoda day come again wey di members of di heavenly court come stand before our Papa, and di accuser come among dem too come stand before am.

²Our Papa tell di accuser, “Wia you komot?” Di accuser answer am, “I dey waka round di earth, dey go up and down for inside am.”

³Our Papa tell di accuser, “You don look my servant Job well? Nobody dey like am for di earth—man wey no get blame, man wey dey correct, wey dey fear God and dey run comot from evil. E still hold im integrity tight, even though you push me against am make I destroy am for notin.”

⁴Di accuser answer our Papa, “Skin for skin! Man go give everytin wey e get so e fit save im own life. ⁵But stretch your hand now touch im bone and im flesh, and for sure e go curse you for your face.”

⁶Our Papa tell di accuser, “Okay, e dey your hand; just make you no take im life.”

⁷So di accuser komot for our Papa presence come strike Job with sore wey dey pain, from di sole of im foot go reach di top of im head. ⁸And Job take piece of broken pot dey scratch im body as e sidon inside ashes. ⁹Den im wife tell am, “You still dey hold your integrity tight? Curse God make you die!” ^a a v9 Job wife talk “God” for hia, no be “Papa” — na di far-away register wey di talk-talk of dis book go dey inside until Job come finally meet our Papa face to face.

¹⁰But e tell am, “You dey talk like foolish woman. We go collect good tin from God and we no go collect trouble?” For all dis tin Job no sin with im mouth.

Three Friends Come Near

¹¹When Job three friends hear about all dis trouble wey don come on top am, dem come, each one from im own house—Eliphaz di Temanite, Bildad di Shuhite, and Zophar di Naamathite. Dem gree to come show am sympathy and comfort am. ¹²When dem see am from far, dem no fit recognize am. Dem raise dem voice cry, and each one tear im cloth throw dust for im head go up for sky. ¹³Dem sidon with am for ground seven days and seven nights, and nobody talk word to am, because dem see say im suffer plenty well well.