Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
Afei Hiob buaeɛ sɛ,
2 “I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
“Mate nsɛm bebree a ɛte sɛ yeinom; na mo nyinaa moyɛ gyamserefoɔ!
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
Mo kasa tentene no mma awieeɛ anaa? Ɛdeɛn na ɛha mo enti a mogu so redi anobaabaeɛ yi?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
Sɛ mo na mowɔ me tebea yi mu a, anka me nso mɛtumi akasa sɛ mo; anka mɛtumi akeka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ atia mo na mabu mo animtiaa.
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
Nanso, anka mɛhyɛ mo den; anka awerɛkyekyerɛ nsɛm a ɛbɛfiri mʼanomu no bɛma mo ahotɔ.
6 “Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
“Nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɔyea a mete no remmoto; na sɛ mankasa nso a, ɛrennyae.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.
Ao Onyankopɔn, ampa ara woama mabrɛ; woasɛe me fie pasaa.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
Woakyekyere me, ma abɛyɛ adansedie; me so teɛ ara na ɛreteɛ, na ɛdi adanseɛ tia me.
9 He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
Onyankopɔn to hyɛ me so tete me wɔ nʼabufuo mu na ɔtwɛre ne se gu me so; deɛ ɔne me anya no pɔkyere nʼani hwɛ me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
Nnipa bue wɔn ano di me ho fɛw; wɔbɔ me sotorɔ de bu me animtiaa na wɔka wɔn ho bɔ mu de tia me.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
Onyankopɔn de me ama abɔnefoɔ. Wato me atwene amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
Na biribiara kɔ yie ma me, nanso ɔdwerɛɛ me; ɔsɔɔ me kɔn mu, too me hwee hɔ. Ɔde me asi nʼani so;
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
nʼagyantofoɔ atwa me ho ahyia, ɔhwiree me sawa mu a wanhunu me mmɔbɔ maa me bɔnwoma pete guu fam.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
Ɔba me so ɛberɛ biara; na ɔto hyɛ me so sɛ ɔkofoɔ.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
“Mapam ayitoma akata me wedeɛ so na masie mʼanintɔn wɔ mfuturo mu.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
Agyaadwotwa ama mʼani ayɛ kɔɔ; sunsum kabii atwa mʼani ho ahyia.
17 although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Nanso, me nsa nyɛɛ basabasayɛ biara na me mpaeɛbɔ yɛ kronn.
18 “Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
“Ao asase, nkata me mogya so; na mma wɔnsie me sufrɛ!
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
Seesei mpo, me danseni wɔ soro; Me ɔkamafoɔ wɔ soro hɔ.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
Me ɔdimafoɔ yɛ mʼadamfo ɛberɛ a mesu gu Onyankopɔn soɔ yi;
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
ɔgyina onipa anan mu di ma no wɔ Onyankopɔn anim sɛdeɛ obi di ma nʼadamfo no.
22 For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.
“Mfeɛ kakra bi akyi mɛtu kwan akɔ koransane.
