Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
“Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
“Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
ɛnneɛ anka mɛkɔ so anya saa awerɛkyekyerɛ yi. Nanso, ɔyea yi nyinaa akyi no memmuu Ɔkronkronni no nsɛm so da.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
“Ahoɔden bɛn na mewɔ a enti ɛsɛ sɛ menya anidasoɔ? Daakye nneɛma pa bɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menya ntoboaseɛ?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
“Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
“Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
“Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
