Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
“Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
“Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
“Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
Sɛ efie baako pɛ a mʼani da so ne damena, sɛ mesɛ me kɛtɛ wɔ esum mu, (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
