Hiob 3
1 Akyire no, Hiob kasaeɛ, na ɔdomee ɛda a wɔwoo no.
After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 Ɔkaa sɛ,
And Job answered and said,
3 “Ma ɛda a wɔwoo me no nyera, ne anadwo a wɔkaa sɛ, ‘Wɔawo ɔbabarima no!’
Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
4 Saa ɛda no nnuru sum; mma Ɔsoro Onyankopɔn nhwehwɛ akyire kwan; mma hann biara ntɔ ngu so.
Let that day be darkness. Let not God from above seek for it, nor let the light shine upon it.
5 Ma esum ne owusum nnye no mfa; ma omununkum nkata so; na esum mmunkam ne hann so.
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let blackness come upon it.
6 Ma esum kabii nnye saa anadwo no mfa; ma wɔnyi saa anadwo no mfiri asranna so na wɔmmfa nhyɛ ɔbosome biara mu.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Saa anadwo no nyɛ obonini; mma wɔnnte anigyeɛ nteam wɔ mu.
Lo, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
8 Ma wɔn a wɔdome nna no nnome saa ɛda no; wɔn a wɔayɛ krado sɛ wɔbɛkanyane dɛnkyɛmmirampɔn no.
Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9 Ma nʼanɔpa nsoromma nnuru sum; na ɔntwɛne adekyeeɛ kwa a ɔnhunu anɔpa owia nsensaneɛ a ɛdi ɛkan,
Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it behold the eyelids of the morning.
10 ɛfiri sɛ anto deɛ ɔwoo me awotwaa mu ama wawo me, anka mʼani nhunu saa abɛbrɛsɛ yi.
Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
11 “Adɛn enti na manwu awoeɛ hɔ, ɛberɛ a mefiri me maame awotwaa mu no?
Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Adɛn enti na nkotodwe gyee me ne nufoɔ sɛ mennum?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 Anka sɛsɛɛ meda hɔ asomdwoeɛ mu; anka mada regye mʼahome
For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
14 me ne ewiase ahemfo ne fotufoɔ, wɔn a wɔsisii adan maa wɔn ho na ɛnnɛ yi abubuo no,
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built waste places for themselves,
15 me ne sodifoɔ a na wɔwɔ sika kɔkɔɔ, wɔn a wɔde dwetɛ hyɛɛ wɔn afie mu ma.
or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 Anaasɛ adɛn enti na wɔansie me sɛ ɔpɔn ba, te sɛ abadomaa a wanhunu adekyeeɛ hann da?
Or I should have been as a hidden untimely birth, as infants that never saw light.
17 Ɛhɔ na amumuyɛfoɔ gyae basabasayɛ, na abrɛfoɔ nya ahomegyeɛ.
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
18 Nneduafoɔ nso nya wɔn ahofadie; na wɔnte nnommumfoɔ wuranom ateatea bio.
There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19 Nketewa ne akɛseɛ wɔ hɔ, na akoa de ne ho firi ne wura nsam.
The small and the great are there. And the servant is free from his master.
20 “Adɛn enti na wɔma mmɔborɔfoɔ hann, na ɔkra mu ahohiahiafoɔ nya nkwa?
Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,
21 Wɔn kɔn dɔ owuo, nanso ɛmma. Wɔbrɛ hwehwɛ owuo sene sɛdeɛ wɔhwehwɛ akoradeɛ.
who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,
22 Sɛ wɔwu a, wɔn ani gye na wɔduru damena mu a, wɔdi ahurisie.
who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?
23 Adɛn enti na wɔde nkwa ma onipa a ɔnni daakye, deɛ Onyankopɔn aka no ahyɛ mu?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
24 Ahomekokoguo adane mʼaduane; na mʼapinisie gu te sɛ nsuo.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
25 Deɛ na mesuro no aba me so; deɛ na ɛbɔ me hu no ato me.
For the thing which I fear comes upon me, and that which I am afraid of comes to me.
26 Menni ahotɔ, menni asomdwoeɛ; menni ahomegyeɛ na mmom, ɔhaw nko ara.”
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, neither have I rest, but trouble comes.
