Hiob 10
1 “Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and 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! Let me know why You prosecute me.
3 Sɛ wohyɛ me so a, ɛdeɛn na wonya? Adɛn enti na wopo wo nsa ano adwuma na wosere hwɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ?
Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
4 Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
5 Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
6 a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
7 Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
8 “Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
9 Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
10 Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
11 amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
You 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.
You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
13 “Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
14 Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of 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 am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.
16 Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
17 Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.
18 “Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, 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.
If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aka kakra na me nna atwam, gyaa me na menya anigyeɛ ɛberɛ tiawa bi
Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
21 ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,
22 asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”
