Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
“Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
5 He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
“Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
7 Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
9 Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
“Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
13 If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
Sɛ efie baako pɛ a mʼani da so ne damena, sɛ mesɛ me kɛtɛ wɔ esum mu, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: '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 then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
