Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon 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 eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
“Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu, wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
“Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon 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 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
“Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wosoaa me firi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ damena mu tee a, anka ɛyɛ.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
