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Job 20

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Zophar Answer Again

Zophar answer from im own wahala-wahala heart with picture of how wicked man success no dey last: im swallow riches and vomit dem back, im keep evil under im tongue until e turn to cobra poison. Im call am the portion wey God appoint, and im no get anytin else to give.

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Then Zophar, di Naamathite man, answer say: "Na dis one make my mind wey no dey rest push me to answer, becos of di kata-kata wey dey inside me. I hear correction wey shame me, and from my sense one spirit dey push me to reply. For sure you sabi how e don dey since ancient time, since dem put mankind for di earth: di win wey wicked person dey get na small time, and di joy of person wey no get God na just one moment. Even if im proud reach di heavens and im head touch di cloud, e go perish forever, like im own shit; people wey bin don see am go ask, ‘Where e dey?’ E go fly comot like dream, dem no go fit find am again, dem go chase am comot like night vision. Di eye wey bin see am no go see am again; im place no go look am again. Im pikin dem go beg from poor people; im own hand go pay back im wealth. Di young power wey full im bone go lie down with am for di dust. Even if evil sweet for im mouth and e hide am under im tongue, even if e no wan let am go and e keep am for im mouth, still yet im food go turn sour for im belle; e go become di poison of snake inside am. E swallow riches but e go vomit am comot; God go drive dem comot from im belle. E dey suck di poison of snake; di teeth of viper go kill am. E no go ever look di stream dem, di river wey dey flow with honey and milk-cream. E go pay back di fruit of im labour without swallow am; e no go enjoy di profit of im trade. Becos e crush and abandon poor people; e seize house wey e no build. Becos im belle no sabi peace, e no go escape with di things wey e bin dey crave. Nothing remain wey e go chop; na why im prosperity no go last. For di full of im plenty, wahala go catch am; di full weight of suffer go come on am. When e don full im belle, God go release im hot anger against am and rain am down on am as im food. Even if e run from iron weapon, bronze arrow go pierce am troway. E pull am comot, and e come out from im body; di shining point comot from im gall. Fear fall on am. Complete darkness dey wait for im treasure; fire wey nobody light go burn am and chop whatever remain for im tent. Di heavens go expose im guilt, and di earth go rise up against am. All di wealth of im house go carry comot, dem go sweep am away for di day of God anger. Na dis be di share wey wicked man go get from God, di inheritance wey God set aside for am."

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