Job 7
1 “Is there not warfare to man on earth? And his days as the days of a hired worker?
“Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa anaa? Ne nkwa nna nte sɛ ɔpaani deɛ?
2 As a servant desires the shadow, And as a hired worker expects his wage,
Sɛdeɛ akoa ani gyina anwummerɛ sunsumma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And they numbered nights of misery to me.
saa ara na wɔatwa abosome hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
4 If I lay down, then I have said, When do I rise, And evening has been measured? And I have been full of tossings until dawn.
Sɛ meda a, medwene bisa sɛ, ‘Ɛberɛ bɛn na adeɛ bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twam nkakrankakra, na mepere kɔsi ahemadakye.
5 My flesh has been clothed [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin has been shriveled and is loathsome,
Asonsono ne aporɔporɔ ahyɛ me honam ma, me honam asɛe na ɛrefiri nsuo.
6 My days swifter than a loom, And they are consumed without hope.
“Me nna kɔ ntɛm sene ɔnwomfoɔ akurokurowa, na ɛkɔ awieeɛ a anidasoɔ biara nni muo.
7 Remember that my life [is] a breath, My eye does not turn back to see good.
Ao Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ahomeɛ; na merennya anigyeɛ bio da.
8 The eye of my beholder does not behold me. Your eyes [are] on me—and I am not.
Ani a ɛhunu me seesei renhunu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na menni hɔ bio.
9 A cloud has been consumed, and it goes, So he who is going down to Sheol does not come up. (Sheol h7585)
Sɛdeɛ omununkum yera na ɛtu korɔ no, saa ara na deɛ ɔkɔ damena mu no nsane mma bio. (Sheol h7585)
10 He does not turn to his house again, Nor does his place discern him again.
Ɔrensane mma ne fie da biara da; nʼatenaeɛ renkae no bio.
11 Also I do not withhold my mouth—I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk 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 [monster], or a dragon, That You set a watch over me?
Meyɛ ɛpo anaa aboa kɛseɛ a ɔwɔ ebunu mu anaa, na mode me ahyɛ ɔwɛmfoɔ nsa yi?
13 When I said, My bed comforts me, In my talking He takes away my couch.
Sɛ medwene sɛ menya awerɛkyekyerɛ wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakonwa adwodwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
14 And You have frightened me with dreams, And You terrify me from visions,
ɛno mpo na wode adaeɛso yi me hu na wode anisoadehunu hunahuna me,
15 And my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
ɛno enti mepɛ akɔmfohyɛ ne owuo, sene me onipadua yi.
16 I have wasted away—I do not live for all time. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.
Memmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Monnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
17 What [is] man that You magnify him? And that You set Your heart to him?
“Ɔdasani ne hwan a ne ho hia wo sei, na wʼani ku ne ho,
18 And inspect him in the mornings, [And] in the evenings try him?
na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ ɛberɛ biara?
19 How long do You not look from me? You do not desist until I swallow my spittle.
Worenyi wʼani mfiri me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me ɛberɛ tiawa bi mpo anaa?
20 I have sinned, what do I do to You, O watcher of man? Why have You set me for a mark to You, And I am for a burden to myself—and what?
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 You do not take away my transgression, And [do not] cause my iniquity to pass away, Because now, I lie down in dust, And You have sought me—and I am not!”
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.”
