Job 6
1 And Job answered and said,
Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
“Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
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 Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
“Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
9 And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
10 Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
ɛnneɛ anka mɛkɔ so anya saa awerɛkyekyerɛ yi. Nanso, ɔyea yi nyinaa akyi no memmuu Ɔkronkronni no nsɛm so da.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
“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? is my flesh of brass?
Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
13 Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
14 For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
“Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
17 At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
18 They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
20 They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
21 So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
22 Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
23 Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
“Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
28 Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
“Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
30 Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
