Hiob 20
1 Na Naamani Sofar buaa sɛ,
And Zophar the Naamathite answereth and saith: —
2 “Me tiri mu ntene me, na ɛhyɛ me sɛ memmua ɛfiri sɛ me ho yera me yie.
Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
3 Mate animka bi a ɛgu me ho fi, na nteaseɛ a menya no hyɛ me sɛ memmua.
The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:
4 “Ampa ara wonim sɛdeɛ nneɛma teɛ firi tete, ɛfiri ɛberɛ a wɔde nnipa duaa asase so,
This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
5 sɛ amumuyɛfoɔ ani gye ɛberɛ tiawa bi mu, na wɔn a wɔnnsuro nyame nso anigyeɛ nkyɛ.
That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
6 Ɛwom sɛ nʼahohoahoa kɔduru ɔsoro, na ne tiri kɔpem omununkum deɛ,
Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike —
7 nanso, ɔbɛyera afebɔɔ te sɛ nʼankasa agyanan; na wɔn a wɔhunuu no no bɛbisa sɛ, ‘Ɔwɔ he?’
As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where [is] he?'
8 Ɔtu kɔ te sɛ daeɛ, na wɔrenhunu no bio. Wɔtwam kɔ te sɛ anadwo mu anisoadehunu.
As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9 Ani a ɛhunu noɔ no renhunu no bio; na ne siberɛ nso renhunu no bio.
The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
10 Ne mma bɛsrɛ adeɛ afiri ahiafoɔ hɔ; ɛsɛ sɛ nʼankasa de nʼahonya sane ma.
His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
11 Ne mmeranteberɛ mu ahoɔden a ahyɛ ne nnompe ma no ne no bɛkɔ mfuturo mu.
His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
12 “Ɛwom sɛ bɔne yɛ nʼanom dɛ na ɔde sie ne tɛkrɛma ase;
Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,
13 ɛwom sɛ ɔntumi nnyaa mu na ɔma ɛka ne dodom,
Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,
14 nanso, nʼaduane bɛyɛ nwono wɔ ne yafunu mu; ɛbɛyɛ ɔtweaseɛ ano borɔ wɔ ne mu.
His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps [is] in his heart.
15 Ɔbɛfe ahonyadeɛ a ɔmeneeɛ no; Onyankopɔn bɛma ne yafunu apu agu.
Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
16 Ɔbɛfefe awɔ borɔ; Ɔnanka se bɛkum no.
Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
17 Ɔrennya nsuwansuwa no nnom nsubɔntene a nufosuo ne ɛwoɔ sene wɔ mu no.
He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
18 Ɔbɛdane deɛ ɔbrɛ nyaeɛ no aba a ɔrenni bi; ɔremfa nʼadwadie mu mfasoɔ nnye nʼani.
He is giving back [what] he laboured for, And doth not consume [it]; As a bulwark [is] his exchange, and he exults not.
19 Ɛfiri sɛ ɔhyɛɛ ahiafoɔ so ma wɔdii ohia buruburo; ɔde ne nsa ato afie a ɛnyɛ ɔno na ɔsiiɛ so.
For he oppressed — he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.
20 “Ampa ara ɔrennya ahomegyeɛ mfiri deɛ wapere anya no mu; ɔrentumi mfa nʼakoradeɛ nnye ne ho nkwa.
For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.
21 Wafom nneɛma nyinaa awie; ne nkɔsoɔ nnuru baabiara.
There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
22 Nʼadedodoɔ nyinaa mu no, ɔbɛkɔ ɔhaw mu; na amanehunu a emu yɛ den bɛto no.
In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
23 Ɛberɛ a nʼafuru ayɛ ma no, Onyankopɔn bɛtɔ nʼabufuo ogya agu ne so na wabobɔ no basabasa.
It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.
24 Ɛwom sɛ ɔdwane firi dadeɛ akodeɛ ano nanso bɛmma a ano yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ bɛwɔ no.
He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25 Wɔbɛtwe bɛmma no firi nʼakyi, ano hyɛnhyɛn no bɛfiri ne brɛboɔ mu. Ehu bɛba ne so;
One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him [are] terrors.
26 esum kabii bɛduru nʼakoradeɛ. Ogya a wɔmfite mu bɛhye no, na asɛe deɛ aka wɔ ne ntomadan mu.
All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
27 Ɔsoro bɛda nʼafɔdie adi, na asase asɔre atia no.
Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
28 Nsuyire bɛtwe ne fie akɔ, saa ara na nsuworosoɔ bɛyɛ Onyankopɔn abufuhyeɛ da no.
Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
29 Yei ne hyɛberɛ a Onyankopɔn de ma amumuyɛfoɔ, awugyadeɛ a Onyankopɔn de ato wɔn hɔ.”
This [is] the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.
