Hiob 6
1 Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
And Job answered and said,
2 “Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.
4 Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
6 Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
8 “Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire!
9 Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
And that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10 ɛnneɛ anka mɛkɔ so anya saa awerɛkyekyerɛ yi. Nanso, ɔyea yi nyinaa akyi no memmuu Ɔkronkronni no nsɛm so da.
Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 “Ahoɔden bɛn na mewɔ a enti ɛsɛ sɛ menya anidasoɔ? Daakye nneɛma pa bɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ menya ntoboaseɛ?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
12 Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
Is my strength the strength of stones? is my flesh of brass?
13 Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
Is it not that there is no help in me, and soundness is driven away from me?
14 “Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
For him that is fainting kindness [is meet] from his friend; or he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a stream, as the channel of streams which pass away,
16 ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:
17 nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:
18 Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.
19 Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba counted on them:
20 Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.
21 Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.
22 Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
Did I say, Bring unto me, and make me a present from your substance?
23 anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
Or, rescue me from the hand of the oppressor, and redeem me from the hand of the violent?
24 “Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
25 Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?
26 Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.
27 Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and dig [a pit] for your friend.
28 “Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
Now therefore if ye will, look upon me; and it shall be to your face if I lie.
29 Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
Return, I pray you, let there be no wrong; yea, return again, my righteousness shall be in it.
30 Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
Is there wrong in my tongue? cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
