Hiob 16
1 Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 “Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
3 Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
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, like you, could speak, —If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
5 Nanso, anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
6 “Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, —And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
7 Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
8 Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
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.
His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for 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, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
11 Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
12 Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
13 nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
14 Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
15 “Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
16 Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: —
17 Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.
18 “Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.
19 Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
20 Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: —
21 ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, —Even a son of man, for his friend!
22 “Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
