Job 7
1 Is there not a time of service to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
“Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa ana? Ne nkwanna nte sɛ ɔpaani de?
2 As a servant that eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hireling that looketh for his wages;
Sɛnea akoa ani gyina anwummere sunsuma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
3 So am I made to possess — months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
saa ara na wɔatwa asram hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
4 When I lie down, I say: 'When shall I arise?' But the night is long, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Sɛ meda a, midwen bisa se, ‘Bere bɛn na ade bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twa mu nkakrankakra, na mepere kosi ahemadakye.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.
Asunson ne aporɔporɔw afura me nipadua, me were atetew na ɛrefi nsu.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Me nna kɔ ntɛm sen ɔnwemfo akurokurowa, na ɛkɔ awiei a anidaso biara nni mu.
7 O remember that my life is a breath; mine eye shall no more see good.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ɔhome; na mʼani renhu anigye bio da.
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; while Thine eyes are upon me, I am gone.
Ani a ehu me mprempren no renhu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na minni hɔ bio.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Sɛnea omununkum yera na etu kɔ, saa ara na nea ɔkɔ ɔda mu no nsan mma bio. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Ɔrensan mma ne fi da biara da bio; nʼatenae renkae no bio.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ɛno nti meremmua mʼano; mifi me honhom ahoyeraw mu akasa, mefi me kra ɔyaw mu anwiinwii.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that Thou settest a watch over me?
So meyɛ ɛpo anaa aboa kɛse a ɔwɔ bun mu, na mode me ahyɛ ɔwɛmfo nsa yi?
13 When I say: 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint';
Sɛ midwen sɛ minya awerɛkyekye wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakongua adwudwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
14 Then Thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
ɛno mpo na wode adaeso yi me hu na wode anisoadehu hunahuna me,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than these my bones.
ɛno nti mepɛ ɔsɛn ne owu, sen me nipadua yi.
16 I loathe it; I shall not live alway; let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Mimmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Munnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
17 What is man, that Thou shouldest magnify him, and that Thou shouldest set Thy heart upon him,
“Ɔdesani ne hena a ne ho hia wo sɛɛ, na wʼani ku ne ho,
18 And that Thou shouldest remember him every morning, and try him every moment?
na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ bere biara?
19 How long wilt Thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Worennyi wʼani mfi me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me bere tiaa bi mpo ana?
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto Thee, O Thou watcher of men? Why hast Thou set me as a mark for Thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Sɛ mayɛ bɔne a, dɛn na mayɛ wo, Ao adesamma so wɛmfo? Adɛn nti na watu wʼani asi me so? Mayɛ adesoa ama wo ana?
21 And why dost Thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; and Thou wilt seek me, but I shall not be.
Adɛn nti na wonkata me mmarato so na womfa me bɔne nkyɛ me? Ɛrenkyɛ biara, mɛda mfutuma mu. Wobɛhwehwɛ me nanso na minni hɔ bio.”
