Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
2 Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
“Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
3 And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
4 For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.
Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
5 What then? will the wild ass bray for nothing, if he is not seeking food? or again, will the ox low at the manger, when he has a fodder?
Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
6 Shall bread be eaten without salt? or again, is there taste in empty words?
Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
7 For my wrath can’t cease; for I perceive my food as the smell of a lion [to be] loathsome.
Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
8 For oh that he would grant [my desire], and my petition might come, and the Lord would grant my hope!
“Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
9 Let the Lord begin and wound me, but let him not utterly destroy me.
Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
10 Let the grave be my city, upon the walls of which I have leapt: I will not shrink from it; for I have not denied the holy words of my God.
ɛnneɛ anka mɛkɔ so anya saa awerɛkyekyerɛ yi. Nanso, ɔyea yi nyinaa akyi no memmuu Ɔkronkronni no nsɛm so da.
11 For what is my strength, that I continue? what is my time, that my soul endures?
“Ahoɔden bɛn na mewɔ a enti ɛsɛ sɛ menya anidasoɔ? Daakye nneɛma pa bɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menya ntoboaseɛ?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
13 Or have I not trusted in him? but help is [far] from me.
Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
14 Mercy has rejected me; and the visitation of the Lord has disregarded me.
“Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
15 My nearest relations have not regarded me; they have passed me by like a failing brook, or like a wave.
Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
16 They who used to reverence me, now have come against me like snow or congealed ice.
ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
17 When it has melted at the approach of heat, it is not known what it was.
nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
18 Thus I also have been deserted of all; and I am ruined, and become an outcast.
Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
19 Behold the ways of the Thaemanites, you that mark the paths of the Sabaeans.
Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
20 They too that trust in cities and riches shall come to shame.
Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
21 But you also have come to me without pity; so that beholding my wound you are afraid.
Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
22 What? have I made any demand of you? or do I ask for strength from you,
Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
23 to deliver me from enemies, or to rescue me from the hand of the mighty ones?
anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
24 Teach you me, and I will be silent: if in anything I have erred, tell me.
“Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
25 But as it seems, the words of a true man are vain, because I do not ask strength of you.
Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
26 Neither will your reproof cause me to cease my words, for neither will I endure the sound of your speech.
Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
27 Even because you attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.
Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
28 But now, having looked upon your countenances, I will not lie.
“Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
29 Sit down now, and let there not be unrighteousness; and unite again with the just.
Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
30 For there is no injustice in my tongue; and does not my throat meditate understanding?
Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
