Job 6
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
2 O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
“Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
3 For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
4 For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
5 Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
6 Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
“Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
9 That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
10 And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain — He doth not spare, ) That I have not hidden The sayings 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 power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
“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? Is my flesh brazen?
Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
14 To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
“Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
15 My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
16 That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
17 By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
18 Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
19 Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.
Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
20 They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
21 Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
22 Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
23 And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
24 Shew me, and I — I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
“Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
26 For reproof — do you reckon words? And for wind — sayings of the desperate.
Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
27 Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
28 And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
“Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
29 Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again — my righteousness [is] in it.
Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
30 Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?
Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
