Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Sɛ wohyɛ me so a, ɛdeɛn na wonya? Adɛn enti na wopo wo nsa ano adwuma na wosere hwɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
“Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu, wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
“Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
15 If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; —
Na sɛ medi fɔ a, nnome nka me! Na sɛ mpo medi bem a, merentumi mpagya me ti, ɛfiri sɛ aniwuo ahyɛ me ma na mʼamanehunu amene me.
16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
“Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wosoaa me firi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ damena mu tee a, anka ɛyɛ.
20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
21 Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
