Hiob 6
1 Na Hiob buaa sɛ,
But Job answered and said,
2 “Sɛ wɔbɛtumi akari mʼawerɛhodie na me haw nso wɔde agu nsania so a,
O that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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 sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God set themselves in array 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 donkey bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Wɔdi aduane a nkyene nni mu anaa, na kosua mu fufuo nso ɔdɛ bi wɔ mu anaa?
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or 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.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my loathsome food.
8 “Ao sɛ me nsa bɛka mʼabisadeɛ, sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛyɛ deɛ mʼani da so ama me.
O that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Mepɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn dwerɛ me, sɛ ɔbɛtwe ne nsa na wakum me,
Even that it would please God to destroy 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; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed 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 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? or is my flesh of brass?
13 Mewɔ tumi a mede bɛboa me ho anaa? Saa ɛberɛ yi a nkonimdie apare me yi?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 “Deɛ nʼanidasoɔ asa no hia ne nnamfonom mpaeɛbɔ, ɛnyɛ saa a, ɔbɛpa aba wɔ Otumfoɔ no suro ho.
To him that is afflicted pity should be shown from his friend; but 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 brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
16 ɛberɛ a sukyerɛmma renane na asukɔtweaa nso redane nsuo,
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and in which the snow is hid:
17 nanso owiaberɛ mu no, ɛntene bio na ɔhyew enti nsuo no tu yera.
In the time when they become warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Akwantufoɔ mane firi wɔn akwan so; wɔforo kɔ nsase bonini so na wɔwuwu.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
19 Tema akwantufoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo, adwadifoɔ akwantufoɔ a wɔfiri Seba de anidasoɔ hwehwɛ nsuo.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 Wɔn ho yera wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ na wɔwɔ awerɛhyɛmu; wɔduruu hɔ, nanso wɔn anidasoɔ yɛ ɔkwa.
They were confounded because they had hoped; they came there, and were ashamed.
21 Afei wo nso woakyerɛ sɛ wo ho nni mfasoɔ; Woahunu mʼamanehunu no, na ama woasuro.
For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.
22 Maka sɛ, ‘Momma me biribi? Maka sɛ momfiri mo ahodeɛ ntua me tiri so sika,
Did I say, Bring to me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
23 anaasɛ monnye me mfiri mʼatamfoɔ nsam, ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nkyehoma mu anaa?’
Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
24 “Monkyerɛkyerɛ me, na mɛyɛ komm; monkyerɛ me mfomsoɔ a mayɛ.
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand how I have erred.
25 Nokorɛka yɛ yea, na mo adwenkyerɛ no, ɛkɔsi sɛn?
How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
26 Mokyerɛ sɛ deɛ maka no nnyɛ nokorɛ, mofa obi a nʼabamu abu asɛm sɛ mframa anaa?
Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
27 Mpo mobɛbɔ awisiaa so ntonto, na mode mo adamfo adi nsesa dwa.
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
28 “Afei momfa ahummɔborɔ nhwɛ me. Mɛtumi adi atorɔ wɔ mo anim anaa?
Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident to you 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 it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
30 Amumuyɛsɛm wɔ mʼano anaa? Mennim papa ne bɔne ntam nsonsonoeɛ anaa?
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
