Hiob 7
1 “Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa anaa? Ne nkwa nna nte sɛ ɔpaani deɛ?
“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
2 Sɛdeɛ akoa ani gyina anwummerɛ sunsumma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
3 saa ara na wɔatwa abosome hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
4 Sɛ meda a, medwene bisa sɛ, ‘Ɛberɛ bɛn na adeɛ bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twam nkakrankakra, na mepere kɔsi ahemadakye.
When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 Asonsono ne aporɔporɔ ahyɛ me honam ma, me honam asɛe na ɛrefiri nsuo.
My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
6 “Me nna kɔ ntɛm sene ɔnwomfoɔ akurokurowa, na ɛkɔ awieeɛ a anidasoɔ biara nni muo.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
7 Ao Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ahomeɛ; na merennya anigyeɛ bio da.
Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
8 Ani a ɛhunu me seesei renhunu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na menni hɔ bio.
The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
10 Ɔrensane mma ne fie da biara da; nʼatenaeɛ renkae no bio.
He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
11 “Ɛno enti meremmua mʼano; mɛfiri me honhom ahoyera mu akasa, mɛfiri me kra ɔyea mu anwiinwii.
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Meyɛ ɛpo anaa aboa kɛseɛ a ɔwɔ ebunu mu anaa, na mode me ahyɛ ɔwɛmfoɔ nsa yi?
Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
13 Sɛ medwene sɛ menya awerɛkyekyerɛ wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakonwa adwodwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
14 ɛno mpo na wode adaeɛso yi me hu na wode anisoadehunu hunahuna me,
then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
15 ɛno enti mepɛ akɔmfohyɛ ne owuo, sene me onipadua yi.
so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
16 Memmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Monnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 “Ɔdasani ne hwan a ne ho hia wo sei, na wʼani ku ne ho,
What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
18 na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ ɛberɛ biara?
that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 Worenyi wʼani mfiri me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me ɛberɛ tiawa bi mpo anaa?
Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
20 Sɛ mayɛ bɔne a, ɛdeɛn na mayɛ woɔ, Ao adasamma so wɛmfoɔ? Adɛn enti na watu wʼani asi me soɔ? Mayɛ adesoa ama wo anaa?
If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
21 Adɛn enti na wonkata me mmarato so na womfa me bɔne nkyɛ me? Ɛrenkyɛre biara, mɛda mfuturo mu. Wobɛhwehwɛ me nanso na menni hɔ bio.”
Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.”
