Job 16
1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,
Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
2 I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
“Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
3 Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
4 I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
Sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka me nso mɛtumi akasa sɛ mo; anka mɛtumi akeka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ atia mo na mabu mo animtiaa.
5 But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
Nanso, anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
“Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
8 And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
9 His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
Onyankopɔn to hyɛ me so tete me wɔ nʼabufuo mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; deɛ ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
10 They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotorɔ de bu me animtiaa na wɔka wɔn ho bɔ mu de tia me.
11 God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.
nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
“Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
17 Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.
Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
18 O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.
“Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
19 For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.
Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!
ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
22 For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.
“Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
