Hiob 10
1 “Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afi me kra yawdi mu.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn se: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
3 Ɛyɛ wo fɛ sɛ wohyɛ me so, de po wo nsa ano adwuma, na woserew hwɛ amumɔyɛfo nhyehyɛe?
Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani ana? Wuhu ade te sɛ ɔdesani ana?
Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
5 Wo nkwanna te sɛ ɔdesani anaa wo mfe te sɛ onipa hoɔdenfo,
Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
6 a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomso na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
7 Ɛwɔ mu, wunim sɛ minni fɔ, na obiara nso ntumi nnye me mfi wo nsam.
Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
8 “Wo nsa na ɛnwenee me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdan wo ho asɛe me ana?
Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
9 Kae sɛ wonwen me sɛ dɔte. Na wobɛdan me ayɛ me mfutuma bio ana?
Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
10 So woanhwie me sɛ nufusu na woammɔ me toa sɛ srade,
Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 amfa were ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntin antoatoa mu ana?
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamye kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
13 “Nanso eyi na wode siee wo koma mu, na minim sɛ na eyi wɔ wʼadwene mu.
Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
14 Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me so asotwe.
If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15 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.
If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.
16 Na sɛ mema me ti so a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wʼanwonwatumi no adi tia me.
And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Wode nnansefo foforo betia me na woma wʼabufuw ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼasraafo tu ba me so bere biara.
Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
18 “Adɛn nti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka miwui ansa na ani bi rehu me.
Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
19 Sɛ anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wɔsoaa me fi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ ɔda mu tee!
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 So ɛnkaa kakraa bi na me nna kakraa no to ntwaa ana? Gyaa me na minya anigye bere tiaa bi
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 ansa na makɔ koransan kusuuyɛ ne sunsuma kabii asase so,
Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sum kabii ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ sum.”
A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
