Job 7
1 Is there not a limited time of service to a mortal upon the earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired laborer?
“Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa anaa? Ne nkwa nna nte sɛ ɔpaani deɛ?
2 As a servant eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hired laborer hopeth for his reward:
Sɛdeɛ akoa ani gyina anwummerɛ sunsumma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
3 So was I compelled to possess months of vanity, and nights of trouble were counted out unto me.
saa ara na wɔatwa abosome hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
4 When I He down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am wearied with tossings about till the dawn of day.
Sɛ meda a, medwene bisa sɛ, ‘Ɛberɛ bɛn na adeɛ bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twam nkakrankakra, na mepere kɔsi ahemadakye.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and clods of dust: my skin is burst open, and become loathsome.
Asonsono ne aporɔporɔ ahyɛ me honam ma, me honam asɛe na ɛrefiri nsuo.
6 My days hasten away more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end in the absence of hope.
“Me nna kɔ ntɛm sene ɔnwomfoɔ akurokurowa, na ɛkɔ awieeɛ a anidasoɔ biara nni muo.
7 Oh remember that nothing but a breath is my life; that my eye will not again see happiness;
Ao Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ahomeɛ; na merennya anigyeɛ bio da.
8 The eye of him that seeth me now will not behold me again: [thou fixest] thy eyes upon me, and I am no more.
Ani a ɛhunu me seesei renhunu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na menni hɔ bio.
9 As the cloud vanisheth and passeth away: so will he that goeth down to the nether world not come up again. (Sheol h7585)
Sɛdeɛ omununkum yera na ɛtu korɔ no, saa ara na deɛ ɔkɔ damena mu no nsane mma bio. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will return no more to his house, and his place will not recognize him any more.
Ɔrensane mma ne fie da biara da; nʼatenaeɛ renkae no bio.
11 Therefore will I also not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit: I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Ɛno enti meremmua mʼano; mɛfiri me honhom ahoyera mu akasa, mɛfiri me kra ɔyea mu anwiinwii.
12 Am I a sea, or a monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
Meyɛ ɛpo anaa aboa kɛseɛ a ɔwɔ ebunu mu anaa, na mode me ahyɛ ɔwɛmfoɔ nsa yi?
13 For should I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help me bear my complaint:
Sɛ medwene sɛ menya awerɛkyekyerɛ wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakonwa adwodwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
14 Then wouldst thou frighten me with dreams, and with visions wouldst thou terrify me;
ɛno mpo na wode adaeɛso yi me hu na wode anisoadehunu hunahuna me,
15 So that my soul would choose strangling, death rather than these limbs of mine.
ɛno enti mepɛ akɔmfohyɛ ne owuo, sene me onipadua yi.
16 I loathe it; I cannot live for ever: let me alone; for my days are but nought.
Memmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Monnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
17 What is the mortal, that thou shouldst make him great? and that thou shouldst direct thy heart toward him?
“Ɔdasani ne hwan a ne ho hia wo sei, na wʼani ku ne ho,
18 And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, probe him every moment?
na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ ɛberɛ biara?
19 How long wilt thou not turn thy regard from me, nor let; me loose till I swallow down my spittle?
Worenyi wʼani mfiri me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me ɛberɛ tiawa bi mpo anaa?
20 If I have sinned, what [injury] can I cause unto thee, O thou Guardian of men? why hast thou set me as an object for thee to strike at, so that I am become a burden to myself?
Sɛ mayɛ bɔne a, ɛdeɛn na mayɛ woɔ, Ao adasamma so wɛmfoɔ? Adɛn enti na watu wʼani asi me soɔ? Mayɛ adesoa ama wo anaa?
21 And why wilt thou not forgive my transgression, and let my iniquity pass away? for soon must I lie down in the dust; and thou wilt seek for me, but I shall be no more.
Adɛn enti na wonkata me mmarato so na womfa me bɔne nkyɛ me? Ɛrenkyɛre biara, mɛda mfuturo mu. Wobɛhwehwɛ me nanso na menni hɔ bio.”
