Hiob 17
1 Me sunsum atɔ piti, me nna so atwa, na damena retwɛn me.
Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
2 Ampa ara fɛdifoɔ atwa me ho ahyia; ɛsɛ sɛ mehwɛ wɔn atutupɛ.
Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
3 “Ao Onyankopɔn, hyɛ me ɛbɔ a wopɛ. Hwan bio na ɔbɛma me banbɔ?
Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
4 Woato wɔn adwene mu a wɔnte asɛm ase; enti woremma wɔnni nkonim.
Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
5 Sɛ obi sopa ne nnamfonom de nya akatua a, ne mma ani bɛfira.
He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
6 “Onyankopɔn de me ayɛ asɛm a ɛda obiara ano, obi a wɔte ntasuo gu nʼani so.
He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
7 Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani ayɛ samoo me bɔberɛ nyinaa yɛ sunsumma.
Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
8 Ateneneefoɔ hunu me a, ɛyɛ wɔn nwanwa. Wɔn a wɔdi bem no bɛsɔre atia wɔn a wɔnni nyamesu.
Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
9 Ateneneefoɔ bɛkɔ wɔn anim, na wɔn a wɔn nsa ho teɛ bɛkɔ so anya ahoɔden.
And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
10 “Mo nyinaa mo nsane mmra mmɛsɔ me nhwɛ! Na merennya onyansafoɔ wɔ mo mu.
Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
11 Me nna atwam, me nhyehyɛeɛ apansam, saa ara na mʼakoma apɛdeɛ nso ayɛ.
My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
12 Saa nnipa yi ma anadwo dane awia; esum mu koraa no, wɔka sɛ, ‘Hann abɛn,’
Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
14 sɛ meka kyerɛ porɔeɛ sɛ, ‘Woyɛ mʼagya,’ na me kyerɛ ɔsonsono sɛ, ‘Me maame’ anaa ‘Me nuabaa’ a,
Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
15 na afei mʼanidasoɔ wɔ he? Hwan na ɔbɛtumi anya anidasoɔ bi ama me?
Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
