Job 14
1 Life is short and full of trouble,
“Onipa a ɔbaa awo no no ne nna yɛ tiaa bi na ɔhaw dɔɔso wɔ mu.
2 like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
Ɔfefɛ te sɛ nhwiren na ɛtwintwam; ɔte sɛ sunsum a ɛretwam akɔ, ɔntena hɔ nkyɛ.
3 Do you even notice me, God, and why do you have to drag me to court?
Woma wʼani kɔ saa onipa yi so? Wode no bɛba wʼanim abɛbu no atɛn anaa?
4 Who can bring something clean of what is unclean? No one.
Hwan na ɔbɛtumi ayi deɛ ɛyɛ kronn afiri efi mu? Obiara nni hɔ.
5 You have determined how long we shall live—the number of months, a time limit on our lives.
Woahyehyɛ onipa nkwa nna; woahyɛ nʼabosome dodoɔ ato hɔ na woahyɛ no ɛberɛ a ɔrentumi ntra.
6 So leave us alone and give us some peace—so like a laborer we could enjoy a few hours of rest at the end of the day.
Enti, yi wʼani firi ne so na ɔnyɛ deɛ ɔpɛ, kɔsi sɛ ɔbɛwie nʼadwuma sɛ ɔpaani.
7 Even a tree that's cut down has the hope of sprouting again, of sending up shoots and continuing to live.
“Dua mpo anidasoɔ wɔ hɔ ma no: Sɛ wɔtwa a, ɛbɛfefɛ bio, na ne mman foforɔ no rempempan.
8 Even though its roots grow old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
Ne nhini bɛtumi anyini akyɛre asase mu na ne dunsini nso awu wɔ dɔteɛ mu,
9 just a trickle of water will make it bud and grow branches like a young plant.
nanso, ɔnya nsuo a ɛfefɛ, na ɛyiyi mman sɛ dua a wɔatɛ.
10 But human beings die, their strength dwindles away; they perish, and where are they then?
Nanso, sɛ nnipa wu a wɔde no hyɛ fam; ɔhome deɛ ɛtwa toɔ a, na afei ɔnni hɔ bio.
11 Like water evaporating from a lake and a river that dries up and disappears,
Sɛdeɛ nsuo tu yera wɔ ɛpo mu no, anaa sɛdeɛ nsuka mu weɛ no,
12 so human beings lie down and don't get up again. Until the heavens cease to exist they will not awake from their sleep.
saa ara na onipa tɔ fam na ɔnsɔre bio; ɛnkɔsi sɛ ɔsoro bɛtwam no, nnipa rensɔre na wɔrennyane wɔn mfiri wɔn nna mu.
13 I wish you would hide me in Sheol; conceal me there until your anger is gone. Set a definite time for me there, and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“Sɛ anka wode me bɛsie damena mu de me ahinta kɔsi sɛ wʼabofuo bɛtwam! Sɛ anka wobɛhyɛ me berɛ na afei woakae me! (Sheol h7585)
14 Will the dead live again? Then I would have hope through all my time of trouble until my release comes.
Sɛ onipa wu a, ɔbɛba nkwa mu bio anaa? Mʼaperedie nna mu nyinaa mɛtwɛn akɔsi sɛ me foforɔyɛ bɛba.
15 You would call and I would answer you; you would long for me, the being that you made.
Wobɛfrɛ na mɛgye wo so; wʼani bɛgyina abɔdeɛ a wo nsa ayɛ.
16 Then you would look after me and wouldn't be watching me to see if I sinned.
Afei wobɛkan mʼanammɔntuo na worenni me bɔne akyi.
17 My sins would be sealed up in a bag and you would cover my guilt.
Wɔbɛsɔ me bɔne ano wɔ kotokuo mu, na woakata mʼamumuyɛ so.
18 But just as the mountains crumble and fall, and the rocks tumble down;
“Nanso, sɛdeɛ mmepɔ so hohoro na ɛdwirie na abotan nso twe firi ne siberɛ no,
19 as water wears away the stones, as floods wash away the soil, so you destroy the hope people have.
sɛdeɛ nsuo yiyi aboɔ ho na osutɔ brane twe dɔteɛ kɔ no saa ara na wosɛe onipa anidasoɔ.
20 You continually overpower them and they pass away; you distort their faces in death and send them away.
Wotintim ne so prɛko pɛ, na ɔtwam kɔ; wosakyera ne nipasu na wogya no kwan.
21 Their children may become important or fall from their positions, but they don't know or see any of this.
Sɛ wɔhyɛ ne mmammarima animuonyam a, ɔnnim; na sɛ wɔbrɛ wɔn ase a, ɔnhunu.
22 As people die they only know their own pain and are sad for themselves.”
Ɔno ara wedeɛ mu yea na ɔteɛ na ɔno ara ne ho na ɔgyam.”
