Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afi me kra yawdi mu.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn se: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?
Ɛyɛ wo fɛ sɛ wohyɛ me so, de po wo nsa ano adwuma, na woserew hwɛ amumɔyɛfo nhyehyɛe?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani ana? Wuhu ade te sɛ ɔdesani ana?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Wo nkwanna te sɛ ɔdesani anaa wo mfe te sɛ onipa hoɔdenfo,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomso na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
Ɛwɔ mu, wunim sɛ minni fɔ, na obiara nso ntumi nnye me mfi wo nsam.
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
“Wo nsa na ɛnwenee me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdan wo ho asɛe me ana?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
Kae sɛ wonwen me sɛ dɔte. Na wobɛdan me ayɛ me mfutuma bio ana?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
So woanhwie me sɛ nufusu na woammɔ me toa sɛ srade,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
amfa were ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntin antoatoa mu ana?
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamye kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
“Nanso eyi na wode siee wo koma mu, na minim sɛ na eyi wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me so asotwe.
15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
Na sɛ midi fɔ a, nnome nka me! Na sɛ mpo midi bem a, merentumi mma me ti so, efisɛ aniwu ahyɛ me ma na mʼamanehunu amene me.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
Na sɛ mema me ti so a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wʼanwonwatumi no adi tia me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
Wode nnansefo foforo betia me na woma wʼabufuw ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼasraafo tu ba me so bere biara.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
“Adɛn nti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka miwui ansa na ani bi rehu me.
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
Sɛ anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wɔsoaa me fi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ ɔda mu tee!
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
So ɛnkaa kakraa bi na me nna kakraa no to ntwaa ana? Gyaa me na minya anigye bere tiaa bi
21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
ansa na makɔ koransan kusuuyɛ ne sunsuma kabii asase so,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sum kabii ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ sum.”
