Job 17
1 My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
2 Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
3 Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
“Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
4 Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
5 He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
6 He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
“Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
7 My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
10 But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
“Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
11 My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on 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 say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
15 Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
