Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
3 [Is it] good to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Sɛ wohyɛ me so a, ɛdeɛn na wonya? Adɛn enti na wopo wo nsa ano adwuma na wosere hwɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
5 [Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and [there is] none that can deliver out of thy hand.
Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
8 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
“Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
12 Thou hast granted me life and favor, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu, wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
13 And these [things] hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this [is] with thee.
“Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and [if] I be righteous, [yet] will I not lift up my head. [I am] full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
Na sɛ medi fɔ a, nnome nka me! Na sɛ mpo medi bem a, merentumi mpagya me ti, ɛfiri sɛ aniwuo ahyɛ me ma na mʼamanehunu amene me.
16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself wonderful upon me.
Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war [are] against me.
Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
18 Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had expired, and no eye had seen me!
“Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wosoaa me firi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ damena mu tee a, anka ɛyɛ.
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then], [and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
21 Before I go [whence] I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness, and the shades of death;
ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
22 A land of darkness, as darkness [itself]; [and] of the shades of death, without any order, and [where] the light [is] as darkness.
asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
