Job 10
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afi me kra yawdi mu.
2 I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn se: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour 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 carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani ana? Wuhu ade te sɛ ɔdesani ana?
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
Wo nkwanna te sɛ ɔdesani anaa wo mfe te sɛ onipa hoɔdenfo,
6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomso na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
Ɛwɔ mu, wunim sɛ minni fɔ, na obiara nso ntumi nnye me mfi wo nsam.
8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
“Wo nsa na ɛnwenee me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdan wo ho asɛe me ana?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
Kae sɛ wonwen me sɛ dɔte. Na wobɛdan me ayɛ me mfutuma bio ana?
10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
So woanhwie me sɛ nufusu na woammɔ me toa sɛ srade,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
amfa were ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntin antoatoa mu ana?
12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamye kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
“Nanso eyi na wode siee wo koma mu, na minim sɛ na eyi wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me so asotwe.
15 If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
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 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
Na sɛ mema me ti so a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wʼanwonwatumi no adi tia me.
17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
Wode nnansefo foforo betia me na woma wʼabufuw ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼasraafo tu ba me so bere biara.
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
“Adɛn nti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka miwui ansa na ani bi rehu me.
19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
Sɛ anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wɔsoaa me fi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ ɔda mu tee!
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
So ɛnkaa kakraa bi na me nna kakraa no to ntwaa ana? Gyaa me na minya anigye bere tiaa bi
21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
ansa na makɔ koransan kusuuyɛ ne sunsuma kabii asase so,
22 Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sum kabii ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ sum.”
