Hiob 10
1 “Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Mɛka akyerɛ Onyankopɔn sɛ: Mmu me kumfɔ, na mmom kyerɛ kwaadu a wobɔ me.
I will say to God, Do not condemn me. Show me why thou contend with me.
3 Sɛ wohyɛ me so a, ɛdeɛn na wonya? Adɛn enti na wopo wo nsa ano adwuma na wosere hwɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ?
Is it good to thee that thou should oppress, that thou should despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
Have thou eyes of flesh? Or do thou see as man sees?
5 Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man's days,
6 a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
that thou inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin,
7 Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
although thou know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
8 “Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
Thy hands have made me and fashioned me together round about, yet thou destroy me.
9 Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou have fashioned me as clay. And will thou bring me into dust again?
10 Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
Have thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
Thou have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu, wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
Thou have granted me life and loving kindness, and thy visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 “Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
Yet these things thou hid in thy heart. I know that this is with thee.
14 Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
If I sin, then thou mark me. And thou will not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 Na sɛ medi fɔ a, nnome nka me! Na sɛ mpo medi bem a, merentumi mpagya me ti, ɛfiri sɛ aniwuo ahyɛ me ma na mʼamanehunu amene me.
If I be wicked, woe to me. And if I be righteous, yet I shall not lift up my head, being filled with shame, and looking upon my affliction.
16 Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
And if my head exalts itself, thou hunt me as a lion. And again thou show thyself marvelous upon me.
17 Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
Thou renew thy witnesses against me, and increase thine indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 “Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
Why then have thou brought me forth out of the womb? I would have given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 Anka mamma nkwa yi mu, anaasɛ wosoaa me firi awotwaa mu de me kɔɔ damena mu tee a, anka ɛyɛ.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
21 ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
before I go where I shall not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
22 asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as midnight.
