Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Ningĩ Bilidadi ũrĩa Mũshuhi agĩcookia, akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
“Ũrĩĩtiga kwaria mĩario ĩno rĩ? Gĩa na ũũgĩ nĩguo o na ithuĩ tũhote kwaria.
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩratũma ũtuone tũhaana ta ngʼombe, na tũgatuuo irimũ maitho-inĩ maku?
4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
Wee ũrehanyũrũra nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ũrakarĩte-rĩ, thĩ no ĩthaamwo nĩ ũndũ waku? Kana no nginya ndwaro cia mahiga cieherio harĩa itũire?
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
“Tawa wa mũndũ mwaganu nĩmũhorie; rũrĩrĩmbĩ rwa mwaki wake nĩrũtigĩte gwakana.
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
Ũtheri ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wa hema yake ũtuĩkĩte nduma; naguo tawa ũrĩa ũrĩ hakuhĩ nake ũkahora.
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
Hinya wa mũkinyũkĩrie wake nĩmũhũthie; namo mathugunda make makamũgũithia thĩ.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
Makinya make mamũikagia wabu-inĩ, nake akoorũraga thĩinĩ wa marima mayo.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
Mũtego ũmũnyiitĩire ndiira-inĩ ya kũgũrũ; mũtego ũgakĩmũrũmia biũ.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
Ahithĩirwo kĩana kĩa rũrigi tĩĩri-inĩ, akaambĩrwo mũtego njĩra-inĩ yake.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Imakania imuumagĩrĩra na mĩena yothe, na ikamũtengʼeragia harĩa hothe aagerera.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
Mũtino nĩũmũhũũtĩire; mwanangĩko wetereire agwe.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Mũtino ũrĩĩaga icunjĩ cia gĩkonde gĩake; narĩo irigithathi rĩa gĩkuũ rĩgatambuuranga ciĩga ciake.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
Aguucĩtio, akarutwo ũgitĩri-inĩ wa hema yake, na agatwarwo kũrĩ mũthamaki wa imakania.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
Mwaki nĩguo ũtũũraga hema-inĩ yake; ũbiriti ũgwakana nĩũhurunjĩtwo gĩikaro gĩake.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
Mĩri yake yũmagĩra tĩĩri-inĩ, nacio honge ciake ikahooha na igũrũ.
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
Kĩririkano gĩake nĩ gĩgaathira thĩ; ndarĩ rĩĩtwa bũrũri-inĩ.
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
Akaarutũrũrwo ũtheri-inĩ atwarwo nduma-inĩ na nĩakaingatwo oime thĩ ĩno.
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
Ndarĩ ciana kana njiaro thĩinĩ wa andũ ao, o na ndarĩ mũndũ wake ũgaatigara kũrĩa aatũũraga.
20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Andũ a mwena wa ithũĩro nĩmakagegio nĩ maũndũ marĩa mamũkorete; andũ a mwena wa irathĩro manyiitwo nĩ kĩmako.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Ti-itherũ ũguo nĩguo gĩikaro kĩa mũndũ mwaganu gũkahaana; kũndũ kwa mũndũ ũrĩa ũtooĩ Mũrungu-rĩ, gwake kũhaana ũguo.”
