Hiob 17
1 Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 “Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 “Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 “Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
