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 afiri me kra yeadie mu.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: 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?
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, shalt thou see as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ 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.
Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri 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 ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
10 Hast thou not milked me 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: thou hast put 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 mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ 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 yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei 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 ɛso 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 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 for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
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 against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ 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 enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
19 I should have been as if I had not 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 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa 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 koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma 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, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
