Hiob 17
1 Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 “Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 “Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 “Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
