Hiob 6
1 Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
And Job answers and says:
2 “Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
“O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3 anka emu bɛyɛ duru asene anwea a ɛwɔ ɛpo mu nyinaa, enti ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ me nsɛm ayɛ hagyahagya.
For now it is heavier than the sands of the sea, Therefore my words have been rash.
4 Otumfoɔ agyan no awɔ me mu, me honhom nom ano awuduro no; wɔahyehyɛ Onyankopɔn ahunahuna nyinaa atia me.
For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
5 Wiram afunumu su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya ɛserɛ anaa, na nantwie nso su wɔ ɛberɛ a wanya nʼaduane anaa?
Does a wild donkey bray over tender grass? Does an ox low over his provender?
6 Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
Is an insipid thing eaten without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
7 Mempɛ sɛ mede me nsa ka; aduane a ɛte saa no bɔ me yadeɛ.
My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
8 “Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9 Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
That God would please—and bruise me, 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.
And yet it is my comfort (And I exult in pain—He does not spare), That I have not hidden The sayings 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 power that I should hope? And what [is] my end that I should prolong my life?
12 Mewɔ ahoɔden sɛ ɛboɔ anaa? Me honam yɛ kɔbere mfrafraeɛ anaa?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh bronze?
13 Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
Is my help not with me, And substance driven from me?
14 “Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsakes.
15 Nanso ahotosoɔ nni me nuanom mu. Wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie na ɛweɛ, wɔte sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛyirie
My brothers have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
16 ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
That are black because of ice, By them snow hides itself.
17 nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
18 Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
The paths turn aside of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
19 Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
20 Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
They were ashamed that one has trusted, They have come to it and are confounded.
21 Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
Surely now you have become the same! You see a downfall, and are afraid.
22 Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
23 anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, Ransom me from the hand of terrible ones?
24 “Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
Show me, and I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
25 Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
How powerful have been upright sayings, And what reproof from you reproves?
26 Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
For reproof—do you reckon words? And for wind—sayings of the desperate?
27 Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
You cause anger to fall on the fatherless, And are strange to your friend.
28 “Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
And now, please, look on me, Even to your face do I lie?
29 Monto mo bo ase, mommu ntɛnkyea; monsane nnwene ho, ɛfiri sɛ me pɛpɛyɛ ho aba akyinnyegyeɛ.
Please turn back, let it not be perverseness, Indeed, turn back again—my righteousness [is] in it.
30 Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
Is there perverseness in my tongue? Does my palate not discern calamity?”
