Job 16
1 And Job answers and says:
Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
2 “I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] you all.
“Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?
Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul’s stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
Sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka me nso mɛtumi akasa sɛ mo; anka mɛtumi akeka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ atia mo na mabu mo animtiaa.
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
Nanso, anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goes from me?
“Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
7 Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,
Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
8 And You loathe me, For it has been a witness, And my failure rises up against me, It testifies in my face.
Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
9 His anger has torn, and He hates me, He has gnashed at me with His teeth, My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.
Onyankopɔn to hyɛ me so tete me wɔ nʼabufuo mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; deɛ ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have struck my cheeks, Together they set themselves against me.
Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotorɔ de bu me animtiaa na wɔka wɔn ho bɔ mu de tia me.
11 God shuts me up to the perverse, And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.
Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
12 I have been at ease, and He breaks me, And He has laid hold on my neck, And He breaks me in pieces, And He raises me to Him for a mark.
Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
13 His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, He pours out my gall to the earth.
nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
14 He breaks me—breach on breach, He runs on me as a mighty one.
Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have rolled my horn in the dust.
“Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids [is] death-shade.
Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
“Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
19 Also, now, behold, my witness [is] in the heavens, And my testifier in the high places.
Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, My eye has dropped to God;
Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
21 And He reasons for a man with God, As a son of man for his friend.
ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
22 When a few years come, Then I go [on] the path of no return.”
“Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
