Job 40
1 Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
Afei Awurade buaa Hiob sɛ,
2 Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
“Deɛ ɔne Otumfoɔ no wɔ asɛm no bɛtene ne so anaa? Ma deɛ ɔbɔ Onyankopɔn kwaadu no mmua no ɛ!”
3 Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
Na Hiob buaa Awurade sɛ,
4 Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
“Mensɛ na memfata, ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na matumi anya mmuaeɛ? Mede me nsa memua mʼano.
5 Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
Makasa baako, nanso menni mmuaeɛ mprenu so, na merenkasa bio.”
6 Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
Afei, Awurade firi ahum mu buaa Hiob sɛ,
7 Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
“Hyɛ wo ho den sɛ ɔbarima; mɛbisa wo nsɛm, na ɛsɛ sɛ wobua me.
8 Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
“Wobɛka mʼatemmuo ho asɛm bɔne anaa? Wobɛbu me fɔ de abu wo ho bem?
9 Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
Wowɔ abasa te sɛ Onyankopɔn deɛ, na wo nne bɛtumi abobom sɛ ne deɛ?
10 Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
Ɛnneɛ fa animuonyam ne ɔhyerɛn hyehyɛ wo ho, na fira anidie ne kɛseyɛ.
11 Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
Hwie wʼabufuhyeɛ mmoroso no gu, hwɛ ɔhantanni biara na brɛ no ase,
12 Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
hwɛ ɔhantanni biara na si no fam na tiatia amumuyɛfoɔ so wɔ faako a wɔgyina hɔ.
13 Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
Sie wɔn nyinaa bɔ mu wɔ mfuturo mu; kata wɔn anim wɔ damena mu.
14 Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
Na afei mʼankasa mɛgye atom sɛ wo ara wo basa nifa bɛtumi agye wo nkwa.
15 Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
“Hwɛ susono, deɛ meyɛɛ no kaa wo ho na ɔwe ɛserɛ te sɛ ɔnantwie.
16 Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
Hwɛ ahoɔden a ɔwɔ wɔ nʼasene mu ne ahoɔden fufuo a ɛwɔ ne yafunu so wedeɛ mu!
17 He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
Ne dua hinhim sɛ ntweneduro; ne srɛ mu ntini yɛ peperee.
18 His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
Ne nnompe te sɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ nnorobɛn, nʼabasa ne ne nan te sɛ nnadeɛ praban.
19 He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
Ɔdi Onyankopɔn nsa ano adwuma mu kan, nanso ne Yɛfoɔ bɛtumi de akofena akɔ ne so.
20 For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
Nkokoɔ fifiri wɔn nnɔbaeɛ ma no, na wiram mmoa nyinaa goro bɛn hɔ.
21 He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
Nkasɛɛ nkasɛɛ nnua ase na ɔda, na atɛkyɛ mu demmire akata no so.
22 The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
Nkasɛɛ nkasɛɛ nwunu no hata ne so; na nsunoa nnua atwa ne ho ahyia.
23 Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
Nsuo nworosoɔ nha no; mpo sɛ Yordan bobɔ ba nʼano a, ɔnni ɔhaw.
24 Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
Obi bɛtumi akye no animono; anaa obi bɛtumi de afidie ayi no na wabɔne ne hwene mu?
