Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afi me kra yawdi mu.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn se: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
Ɛyɛ wo fɛ sɛ wohyɛ me so, de po wo nsa ano adwuma, na woserew hwɛ amumɔyɛfo nhyehyɛe?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani ana? Wuhu ade te sɛ ɔdesani ana?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Wo nkwanna te sɛ ɔdesani anaa wo mfe te sɛ onipa hoɔdenfo,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomso na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
Ɛwɔ mu, wunim sɛ minni fɔ, na obiara nso ntumi nnye me mfi wo nsam.
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
“Wo nsa na ɛnwenee me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdan wo ho asɛe me ana?
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Kae sɛ wonwen me sɛ dɔte. Na wobɛdan me ayɛ me mfutuma bio ana?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
So woanhwie me sɛ nufusu na woammɔ me toa sɛ srade,
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
amfa were ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntin antoatoa mu ana?
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamye kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
“Nanso eyi na wode siee wo koma mu, na minim sɛ na eyi wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me so asotwe.
15 If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
Na sɛ midi fɔ a, nnome nka me! Na sɛ mpo midi bem a, merentumi mma me ti so, efisɛ aniwu ahyɛ me ma na mʼamanehunu amene me.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Na sɛ mema me ti so a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wʼanwonwatumi no adi tia me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Wode nnansefo foforo betia me na woma wʼabufuw ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼasraafo tu ba me so bere biara.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
“Adɛn nti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka miwui ansa na ani bi rehu me.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Sɛ anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wɔsoaa me fi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ ɔda mu tee!
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
So ɛnkaa kakraa bi na me nna kakraa no to ntwaa ana? Gyaa me na minya anigye bere tiaa bi
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
ansa na makɔ koransan kusuuyɛ ne sunsuma kabii asase so,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sum kabii ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ sum.”
