Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
“Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
5 As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
“Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
“Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
Sɛ efie baako pɛ a mʼani da so ne damena, sɛ mesɛ me kɛtɛ wɔ esum mu, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
