Hiob 7
1 “Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa anaa? Ne nkwa nna nte sɛ ɔpaani deɛ?
Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
2 Sɛdeɛ akoa ani gyina anwummerɛ sunsumma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
3 saa ara na wɔatwa abosome hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
4 Sɛ meda a, medwene bisa sɛ, ‘Ɛberɛ bɛn na adeɛ bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twam nkakrankakra, na mepere kɔsi ahemadakye.
As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
5 Asonsono ne aporɔporɔ ahyɛ me honam ma, me honam asɛe na ɛrefiri nsuo.
My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
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, and they are spent, without hope.
7 Ao Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ahomeɛ; na merennya anigyeɛ bio da.
Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
8 Ani a ɛhunu me seesei renhunu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na menni hɔ bio.
Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up: (Sheol h7585)
10 Ɔrensane mma ne fie da biara da; nʼatenaeɛ renkae no bio.
He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
11 “Ɛno enti meremmua mʼano; mɛfiri me honhom ahoyera mu akasa, mɛfiri me kra ɔyea mu anwiinwii.
I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, 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, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
13 Sɛ medwene sɛ menya awerɛkyekyerɛ wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakonwa adwodwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
14 ɛno mpo na wode adaeɛso yi me hu na wode anisoadehunu hunahuna me,
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
15 ɛno enti mepɛ akɔmfohyɛ ne owuo, sene me onipadua yi.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
16 Memmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Monnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
17 “Ɔdasani ne hwan a ne ho hia wo sei, na wʼani ku ne ho,
What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
18 na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ ɛberɛ biara?
That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
19 Worenyi wʼani mfiri me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me ɛberɛ tiawa bi mpo anaa?
How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can 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?
I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
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.”
And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
