Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Akyire no, Hiob kasaeɛ, na ɔdomee ɛda a wɔwoo no.
2 Job answered:
Ɔkaa sɛ,
3 “Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
“Ma ɛda a wɔwoo me no nyera, ne anadwo a wɔkaa sɛ, ‘Wɔawo ɔbabarima no!’
4 Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
Saa ɛda no nnuru sum; mma Ɔsoro Onyankopɔn nhwehwɛ akyire kwan; mma hann biara ntɔ ngu so.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes the day black terrify it.
Ma esum ne owusum nnye no mfa; ma omununkum nkata so; na esum mmunkam ne hann so.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice amongst the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Ma esum kabii nnye saa anadwo no mfa; ma wɔnyi saa anadwo no mfiri asranna so na wɔmmfa nhyɛ ɔbosome biara mu.
7 Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
Saa anadwo no nyɛ obonini; mma wɔnnte anigyeɛ nteam wɔ mu.
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Ma wɔn a wɔdome nna no nnome saa ɛda no; wɔn a wɔayɛ krado sɛ wɔbɛkanyane dɛnkyɛmmirampɔn no.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
Ma nʼanɔpa nsoromma nnuru sum; na ɔntwɛne adekyeeɛ kwa a ɔnhunu anɔpa owia nsensaneɛ a ɛdi ɛkan,
10 because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
ɛfiri sɛ anto deɛ ɔwoo me awotwaa mu ama wawo me, anka mʼani nhunu saa abɛbrɛsɛ yi.
11 “Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
“Adɛn enti na manwu awoeɛ hɔ, ɛberɛ a mefiri me maame awotwaa mu no?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
Adɛn enti na nkotodwe gyee me ne nufoɔ sɛ mennum?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
Anka sɛsɛɛ meda hɔ asomdwoeɛ mu; anka mada regye mʼahome
14 with kings and counsellors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
me ne ewiase ahemfo ne fotufoɔ, wɔn a wɔsisii adan maa wɔn ho na ɛnnɛ yi abubuo no,
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
me ne sodifoɔ a na wɔwɔ sika kɔkɔɔ, wɔn a wɔde dwetɛ hyɛɛ wɔn afie mu ma.
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
Anaasɛ adɛn enti na wɔansie me sɛ ɔpɔn ba, te sɛ abadomaa a wanhunu adekyeeɛ hann da?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
Ɛhɔ na amumuyɛfoɔ gyae basabasayɛ, na abrɛfoɔ nya ahomegyeɛ.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Nneduafoɔ nso nya wɔn ahofadie; na wɔnte nnommumfoɔ wuranom ateatea bio.
19 The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
Nketewa ne akɛseɛ wɔ hɔ, na akoa de ne ho firi ne wura nsam.
20 “Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
“Adɛn enti na wɔma mmɔborɔfoɔ hann, na ɔkra mu ahohiahiafoɔ nya nkwa?
21 who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
Wɔn kɔn dɔ owuo, nanso ɛmma. Wɔbrɛ hwehwɛ owuo sene sɛdeɛ wɔhwehwɛ akoradeɛ.
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Sɛ wɔwu a, wɔn ani gye na wɔduru damena mu a, wɔdi ahurisie.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Adɛn enti na wɔde nkwa ma onipa a ɔnni daakye, deɛ Onyankopɔn aka no ahyɛ mu?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
Ahomekokoguo adane mʼaduane; na mʼapinisie gu te sɛ nsuo.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, that which I am afraid of comes to me.
Deɛ na mesuro no aba me so; deɛ na ɛbɔ me hu no ato me.
26 I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither do I have rest; but trouble comes.”
Menni ahotɔ, menni asomdwoeɛ; menni ahomegyeɛ na mmom, ɔhaw nko ara.”
