Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
“Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
“Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
“Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
12 I have turned 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,’
Sɛ efie baako pɛ a mʼani da so ne damena, sɛ mesɛ me kɛtɛ wɔ esum mu, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
