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 afiri me kra yeadie mu.
2 I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: 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?
Sɛ wohyɛ me so a, ɛdeɛn na wonya? Adɛn enti na wopo wo nsa ano adwuma na wosere hwɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ?
4 Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
“Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ 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 yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei 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 ɛso 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 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 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa 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 adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ 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 enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
Anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wosoaa me firi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ damena mu tee a, anka ɛyɛ.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma 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, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
