Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Asase so som nyɛ den mma onipa ana? Ne nkwanna nte sɛ ɔpaani de?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
Sɛnea akoa ani gyina anwummere sunsuma, anaasɛ ɔpaani ho pere no nʼakatua ho no,
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
saa ara na wɔatwa asram hunu ato me hɔ, ne anadwo a ɔhaw wɔ mu ama me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
Sɛ meda a, midwen bisa se, ‘Bere bɛn na ade bɛkye?’ Nanso anadwo twa mu nkakrankakra, na mepere kosi ahemadakye.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Asunson ne aporɔporɔw afura me nipadua, me were atetew na ɛrefi nsu.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Me nna kɔ ntɛm sen ɔnwemfo akurokurowa, na ɛkɔ awiei a anidaso biara nni mu.
7 O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, kae sɛ me nkwanna te sɛ ɔhome; na mʼani renhu anigye bio da.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thy eyes are upon me, and I am not.
Ani a ehu me mprempren no renhu me bio; mobɛhwehwɛ me, nanso na minni hɔ bio.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Sɛnea omununkum yera na etu kɔ, saa ara na nea ɔkɔ ɔda mu no nsan mma bio. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Ɔrensan mma ne fi da biara da bio; nʼatenae renkae no bio.
11 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.
“Ɛno nti meremmua mʼano; mifi me honhom ahoyeraw mu akasa, mefi me kra ɔyaw mu anwiinwii.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
So meyɛ ɛpo anaa aboa kɛse a ɔwɔ bun mu, na mode me ahyɛ ɔwɛmfo nsa yi?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Sɛ midwen sɛ minya awerɛkyekye wɔ me mpa so, na mʼakongua adwudwo mʼanwiinwii ano a,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
ɛno mpo na wode adaeso yi me hu na wode anisoadehu hunahuna me,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
ɛno nti mepɛ ɔsɛn ne owu, sen me nipadua yi.
16 I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Mimmu me nkwa; mentena ase afebɔɔ. Munnyaa me; na me nna nka hwee.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thy heart upon him?
“Ɔdesani ne hena a ne ho hia wo sɛɛ, na wʼani ku ne ho,
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
na wohwehwɛ ne mu anɔpa biara na wosɔ no hwɛ bere biara?
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Worennyi wʼani mfi me so da, anaasɛ worennyaa me bere tiaa bi mpo ana?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Sɛ mayɛ bɔne a, dɛn na mayɛ wo, Ao adesamma so wɛmfo? Adɛn nti na watu wʼani asi me so? Mayɛ adesoa ama wo ana?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
Adɛn nti na wonkata me mmarato so na womfa me bɔne nkyɛ me? Ɛrenkyɛ biara, mɛda mfutuma mu. Wobɛhwehwɛ me nanso na minni hɔ bio.”
