Hiob 19
1 Na Hiob kasaa bio sɛ,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Hou long turmente ye my soule,
2 “Mobɛhyɛ me aniɛyaa na mode nsɛm abubu me akɔsi da bɛn?
and al to-breken me with wordis?
3 Mpɛn edu nie a moasopa me; mo ani nwu sɛ moto hyɛ me so.
Lo! ten sithis ye schenden me, and ye ben not aschamed, oppressynge me.
4 Sɛ ɛyɛ nokorɛ sɛ mafom ɛkwan a, me mfomsoɔ yɛ me nko ara asɛm.
Forsothe and if Y `koude not, myn vnkynnyng schal be with me.
5 Sɛ ampa sɛ mobɛma mo ho so wɔ me so na mode mʼanimguaseɛ ayɛ adanseɛ atia me a,
And ye ben reisid ayens me, and repreuen me with my schenschipis.
6 ɛnneɛ monhunu sɛ Onyankopɔn ayɛ me bɔne na ɔde nʼatena atwa me ho ahyia.
Nameli now vndurstonde ye, that God hath turmentid me not bi euene doom, and hath cumpassid me with hise betyngis.
7 “Ɛwom sɛ mesu sɛ, ‘Wɔafom me’ deɛ, nanso obiara mmua me; meteam pɛ mmoa, nanso atɛntenenee biara nni hɔ.
Lo! Y suffrynge violence schal crye, and no man schal here; Y schal crye loude, and `noon is that demeth.
8 Wasi me ɛkwan enti mentumi mensene; wama mʼakwan so aduru sum.
He bisette aboute my path, and Y may not go; and he settide derknessis in my weie.
9 Wayi mʼanimuonyam afiri me so na watu mʼahenkyɛ afiri me ti so.
He hath spuylid me of my glorye, and hath take awey the coroun fro myn heed.
10 Wasɛe me akwannuasa nyinaa so de awie me; watu mʼanidasoɔ ase te sɛ dua.
He hath distried me on ech side, and Y perischide; and he hath take awei myn hope, as fro a tre pullid vp bi the roote.
11 Nʼabufuo huru tia me; na wakan me afra nʼatamfoɔ mu.
His stronge veniaunce was wrooth ayens me; and he hadde me so as his enemye.
12 Nʼakodɔm ba anibereɛ so; wɔsisi mpie de tia me na wɔtwa me ntomadan ho hyia.
Hise theues camen togidere, and `maden to hem a wei bi me; and bisegiden my tabernacle in cumpas.
13 “Wayi me nuammarima afiri me ho; na mʼamanifoɔ nso, watwe wɔn ho koraa.
He made fer my britheren fro me; and my knowun as aliens yeden awei fro me.
14 Mʼabusuafoɔ kɔ; na me nnamfonom werɛ afiri me.
My neiyboris forsoken me; and thei that knewen me han foryete me.
15 Mʼahɔhoɔ ne me mmaawa bu me sɛ ɔhɔhoɔ; mete sɛ ɔnanani ma wɔn.
The tenauntis of myn hows, and myn handmaydis hadden me as a straunger; and Y was as a pilgrym bifor her iyen.
16 Mefrɛ me ɔsomfoɔ, na ɔmmua; mpo, mete mʼano srɛ no.
Y clepide my seruaunt, and he answeride not to me; with myn owne mouth Y preiede hym.
17 Me home bɔn me yere; me ho afono mʼankasa nuammarima.
My wijf wlatide my breeth; and Y preiede the sones of my wombe.
18 Mpo, mmarimmaa nkumaa bu me animtiaa; sɛ mepue a wɔdi me ho fɛw.
Also foolis dispisiden me; and whanne Y was goon awei fro hem, thei bacbitiden me.
19 Me nnamfo berɛboɔ kyiri me; mʼadɔfoɔ asɔre atia me.
Thei, that weren my counselouris sum tyme, hadden abhomynacioun of me; and he, whom Y louede moost, was aduersarie to me.
20 Maka honam ne nnompe, na ɛkaa kakraa bi, anka merewu.
Whanne fleischis weren wastid, my boon cleuyde to my skyn; and `oneli lippis ben left aboute my teeth.
21 “Monhunu me mmɔbɔ, me nnamfonom, monhunu mmɔbɔ, na Onyankopɔn nsa abɔ me.
Haue ye merci on me, haue ye merci on me, nameli, ye my frendis; for the hond of the Lord hath touchid me.
22 Adɛn enti na motaa me so, sɛdeɛ Onyankopɔn yɛ no? Na mommfa me honam mu yea yi saa ara?
Whi pursuen ye me, as God pursueth; and ben fillid with my fleischis?
23 “Ao, anka wɔmfa me nsɛm nhyɛ nwoma mu, anka wɔntwerɛ wɔ nwoma mmobɔeɛ so,
Who yyueth to me, that my wordis be writun? Who yyueth to me,
24 anka wɔmfa dadeɛ twerɛdua nyiyi wɔ sumpii so, anaa wɔnkrukyire wɔ abotan so afebɔɔ.
that tho be writun in a book with an yrun poyntil, ethir with a plate of leed; ethir with a chisel be grauun in a flynt?
25 Menim sɛ me odimafoɔ te ase, na awieeɛ no ɔbɛsɔre agyina asase so.
For Y woot, that myn ayenbiere lyueth, and in the laste dai Y schal rise fro the erthe;
26 Na sɛ me wedeɛ wie sɛe a, mede mʼani bɛhunu Onyankopɔn.
and eft Y schal be cumpassid with my skyn, and in my fleisch Y schal se God, my sauyour.
27 Me ara mɛhunu no mede mʼani, na ɛnyɛ obi foforɔ ani, bɛhunu no. Mʼakoma ho pere no wɔ me mu.
Whom Y my silf schal se, and myn iyen schulen biholde, and not an other man. This myn hope is kept in my bosum.
28 “Sɛ moka sɛ, ‘Yɛbɛteetee no, ɛfiri sɛ ɔhaw no firi ɔno ara’ a,
Whi therfor seien ye now, Pursue we hym, and fynde we the roote of a word ayens hym?
29 ɛsɛ sɛ mosuro akofena no. Abufuo nam akofena so de asotwe bɛba, na mobɛhunu sɛ atemmuo wɔ hɔ.”
Therfor fle ye fro the face of the swerd; for the swerd is the vengere of wickidnessis, and wite ye, that doom schal be.
