Job 27
1 And Job again took up his parable, and said:
Hiob toaa nʼasɛm so sɛ,
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my right; and the Almighty, who hath dealt bitterly with me;
“Sɛ Onyankopɔn te ase yi, ɔno a wammu me atɛntenenee, Otumfoɔ a wama madi me kra mu awerɛhoɔ;
3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
mmerɛ dodoɔ a nkwa wɔ me mu, na Onyankopɔn homeɛ wɔ me mu yi,
4 Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit;
mʼano renka amumuyɛsɛm, na me tɛkrɛma rentwa nkontompo.
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you; till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.
Merennye nto mu da sɛ deɛ woka no yɛ nokorɛ; merenka me mudie nhyɛ, kɔsi sɛ mɛwuo.
6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go; my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
Mɛkura me tenenee mu. Merennyaa mu; sɛ mete ase yi, me tiboa remmu me fɔ.
7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.
“Ma mʼatamfoɔ nyɛ sɛ amumuyɛfoɔ, na wɔn a wɔkyiri me nyɛ sɛ atorofoɔ.
8 For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, when God taketh away his soul?
Anidasoɔ bɛn na deɛ ɔnni nyamesu no wɔ wɔ ne wuo akyi, ɛberɛ a Onyankopɔn agye ne nkwa afiri ne nsam?
9 Will God hear his cry, when trouble cometh upon him?
Onyankopɔn tie ne sufrɛ ɛberɛ a amanehunu aba ne so anaa?
10 Will he have his delight in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?
Nʼani bɛgye wɔ Otumfoɔ mu? Ɔbɛsu afrɛ Onyankopɔn ɛberɛ biara anaa?
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.
“Mɛma mo Onyankopɔn tumi ho nkyerɛkyerɛ; meremfa Otumfoɔ no akwan nhinta.
12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye become altogether vain?
Mo ankasa moahunu yeinom nyinaa. Afei nsɛnhunu yi ase ne sɛn?
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
“Yei ne deɛ Onyankopɔn ahyɛ ato hɔ ama omumuyɛfoɔ, agyapadeɛ a otirimuɔdenfoɔ nya firi Otumfoɔ nkyɛn:
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not have bread enough.
Sɛ ɔwɔ mma dodoɔ sɛn ara, wɔn hyɛberɛ ne akofena; na nʼasefoɔ rennidi mmee da.
15 Those that remain of him shall be buried by pestilence, and his widows shall make no lamentation.
Ɔyaredɔm bɛsie wɔn a wɔbɛka wɔ nʼakyi, na wɔn akunafoɔ rensu wɔn.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;
Ɛwom sɛ ɔhɔre dwetɛ te sɛ mfuturo na ɔboa ntoma ano sɛ dɔteɛ deɛ,
17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
nanso deɛ ɔpɛ gu hɔ no, ateneneefoɔ na wɔbɛfira na pɛpɛfoɔ no nso akyekyɛ dwetɛ no.
18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth which the keeper maketh.
Efie a ɔsi no te sɛ ananse afafa, ɛte sɛ pata bi a ɔwɛmfoɔ abɔ.
19 He lieth down rich, but there shall be not to gather; he openeth his eyes, and his wealth is not.
Ɔda hɔ te sɛ ɔdefoɔ, nanso ɔrenna saa bio; ɔbɛte nʼani no na ne nyinaa atu ayera.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
Ahunahuna ba ne so sɛ nsuyire; ahum hwim no kɔ anadwo.
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; and it sweepeth him out of his place.
Apueeɛ mframa soa no kɔ, na ɔnni hɔ bio; ɛtwe no firi ne teberɛ.
22 Yea, it hurleth at him, and spareth not; he would fain flee from its power.
Ɛbɔ no a ahummɔborɔ nni mu ɛberɛ a ɔredwane afiri ne tumi ase.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
Ɔde fɛ bɔ ne nsam na ɔpamoo no firi ne teberɛ.”
