Hiob 17
1 Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
2 Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
3 “Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
4 Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even 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 hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
7 Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.
8 Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
Upright [men] shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 “Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
11 Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
12 Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave [is] my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
15 na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
