Hiob 16
1 Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
Then Job answered, and said,
2 “Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are ye all.
3 Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes thee that thou answer?
4 Sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka me nso mɛtumi akasa sɛ mo; anka mɛtumi 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 awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
6 “Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged, and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
But now he has made me weary. Thou have made desolate all my company.
8 Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
And thou have laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me. And my leanness rises up against me; it testifies to my face.
9 Onyankopɔn to hyɛ me so tete me wɔ nʼabufuo mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; deɛ ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed upon me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes upon me.
10 Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotorɔ 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 reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
11 Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
God delivers me to the perverse, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yea, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his mark.
13 nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
His archers encompass me round about. He splits my reins apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
He breaks me with breach upon breach. He runs upon me like a giant.
15 “Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16 Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
17 Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 “Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
O earth, do not cover thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting place.
19 Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who vouches for me is on high.
20 Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God
21 ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, and of a son of man with his neighbor!
22 “Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
For when a few years are come, I shall go the way where I shall not return.
