Hiob 10
1 “Abrabɔ afono me; enti mɛka mʼasɛm a meremfa hwee nsie na mɛkasa afiri me kra yeadie mu.
I am weary of my life; I will let loose within me 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 unto God, Do not condemn me! Show me wherefore thou contendest 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 a pleasure to thee to oppress, And to despise the work of thy hands, And to shine upon the plans of the wicked?
4 Wowɔ ɔhonam mu ani anaa? Wohunu adeɛ te sɛ ɔdasani anaa?
Hast thou eyes of flesh, Or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Wo nkwa nna te sɛ ɔdasani anaa wo mfeɛ te sɛ onipa,
Are thy days as the days of a man, Are thy years as the days of a mortal,
6 a enti ɛsɛ sɛ wohwehwɛ me mfomsoɔ na wopɛɛpɛɛ me bɔne mu?
That thou seekest after my iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
7 Ɛwom sɛ wonim sɛ menni fɔ deɛ, nanso obiara nso rentumi nnye me mfiri wo nsam.
Though thou knowest that I am not guilty, And that none can deliver from thy hand?
8 “Wo nsa na ɛnwonoo me na ɛbɔɔ me. Afei wobɛdane wo ho asɛe me anaa?
Have thy hands completely fashioned and made me In every part, that thou mightst destroy me?
9 Kae sɛ wonwonoo me sɛ dɔteɛ. Na wobɛdane me ayɛ me mfuturo bio?
O remember that thou hast moulded me as clay! And wilt thou bring me again to dust?
10 Woanhwie me sɛ nufosuo no womaa me mu piiɛ sɛ kyiisi,
Thou didst pour me out as milk, And curdle me as cheese;
11 amfa wedeɛ ne honam ankata me ho ankeka nnompe ne ntini antoatoa mu anaa?
With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, And strengthen me with bones and sinews;
12 Womaa me nkwa, yii ayamyɛ kyerɛɛ me, na ɔhwɛsie mu, wohwɛɛ me honhom so.
Thou didst grant me life and favor, And thy protection preserved my breath:
13 “Nanso yei na wode siee wʼakoma mu; na menim sɛ na yei wɔ wʼadwene mu.
Yet these things thou didst lay up in thy heart! I know that this was in thy mind.
14 Sɛ meyɛɛ bɔne a anka wobɛhwɛ me na wobɛma me ɛso asotwe.
If I sin, then thou markest me, And wilt not acquit me of mine 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 wicked, —then woe unto me! Yet if righteous, I dare not lift up my head; I am full of confusion, beholding my affliction.
16 Na sɛ mepagya me ti a, wodɛɛdɛɛ me sɛ gyata, na bio woda wo tumi nwanwa no adi tia me.
If I lift it up, like a lion thou huntest me, And again showest thyself terrible unto me.
17 Wode adansefoɔ foforɔ bɛtia me na woma wʼabofuo ano yɛ den wɔ me so; wʼakodɔm tu ba me so ɛberɛ biara.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine anger toward me; New hosts continually rise up against me.
18 “Adɛn enti na woma wɔwoo me? Ɛkaa me nko a anka mewuiɛ ansa na ani bi rehunu me.
Why then didst thou bring me forth from the womb? I should have perished, 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 be as though I had not been; I should have been borne 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? O spare then, And let me alone, that I may be at ease a little while,
21 ansa na makɔ koransane kusuuyɛ ne sunsumma kabii asase so,
Before I go— whence I shall not return—To the land of darkness and death-shade,
22 asase a ɛyɛ anadwo sum kabii, sunsumma tumm ne sakasaka, baabi a ɛhɔ hann mpo te sɛ esum.”
The land of darkness like the blackness of death-shade, Where is no order, and where the light is as darkness.
