Hiob 16
1 Afei Hiob buae se,
Then Job answered and said:
2 “Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ eyinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ ogyamserewfo!
I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
3 So mo kasa tenten no remma awiei ana? Dɛn na ɛhaw mo nti a mugu so regye akyinnye yi?
Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
4 Anka me nso metumi akasa sɛ mo, sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka metumi akeka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ atia mo na mabu mo animtiaa.
I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
5 Nanso anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekye nsɛm a ebefi mʼanom no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
6 “Nanso sɛ mekasa a ɔyaw a mete no remmrɛ ase; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ woasɛe me fi pasaa.
But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 Woakyekyere me, ama abɛyɛ adansedi; me so tew ara na ɛtew na edi adanse tia me.
And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
9 Onyankopɔn tow hyɛ me so tetew me wɔ nʼabufuw mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; nea ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotɔre de bu me animtiaa na wɔka wɔn ho bɔ mu de tia me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
11 Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefo watow me ato amumɔyɛfo nsam.
God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Na biribiara kɔ yiye ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛw me; osoo me kɔn mu, tow me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
13 nʼagyantowfo atwa me ho ahyia, ohwirew mʼasaabo mu a wanhu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma petee fam.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 Ɔba me so bere biara; na ɔtow hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofo.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15 “Mapam atweaatam akata me were so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfutuma mu.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16 Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsuma kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia,
My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 nanso me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaebɔ yɛ kann.
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 “Asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma me sufrɛ to ntwa da!
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
19 Mprempren mpo, me danseni wɔ ɔsoro; me kamafo wɔ soro hɔ.
Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
20 Me dimafo yɛ mʼadamfo bere a mʼaniwa tew nisu gu Onyankopɔn so yi;
Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
21 ogyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛnea obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
22 “Mfe kakraa bi akyi ansa na metu kwan akɔ koransan.
For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
