Job 16
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
2 I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
“Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
Sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka me nso mɛtumi akasa sɛ mo; anka mɛtumi akeka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ atia mo na mabu mo animtiaa.
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
Nanso, anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
“Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
Onyankopɔn to hyɛ me so tete me wɔ nʼabufuo mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; deɛ ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotorɔ de bu me animtiaa na wɔka wɔn ho bɔ mu de tia me.
11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
12 At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
14 He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
“Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
18 O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
“Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
22 When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
“Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
