Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
2 O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
“Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
3 Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words rash.
anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; Their poison drinketh up my spirit; The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray in the midst of grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
6 Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
7 That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
8 O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
“Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
9 That it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
10 Yet it should still be my consolation, Yea, in unsparing anguish I would exult, That I have not denied the commands of the Holy One.
ɛnneɛ anka mɛkɔ so anya saa awerɛkyekyerɛ yi. Nanso, ɔyea yi nyinaa akyi no memmuu Ɔkronkronni no nsɛm so da.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what mine end, that I should be patient?
“Ahoɔden bɛn na mewɔ a enti ɛsɛ sɛ menya anidasoɔ? Daakye nneɛma pa bɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menya ntoboaseɛ?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh brass?
Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
13 Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
14 To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
“Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
15 But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
17 As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
18 The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
19 The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
20 They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
21 So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
22 Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out of your substance?
Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
24 Convince me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
“Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
25 How powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
26 Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
27 Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; Ye dig a pit for your friend.
Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
28 Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
“Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
29 Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
30 Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?
Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
