Job 3
1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
Thuutha wa matukũ macio, Ayubu agĩtumũra kanua, akĩruma mũthenya ũrĩa aaciarirwo.
2 And this is what he said:
Akiuga atĩrĩ:
3 “May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
“Mũthenya ũrĩa niĩ ndaciarirwo ũroora, o na ũtukũ ũcio kwerirwo atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtumia nĩaciara mwana wa kahĩĩ!’
4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, ũrotuĩka o nduma; Ngai arĩ igũrũ aroaga kũũrũmbũiya; mũthenya ũcio ũroaga gũthererwo nĩ ũtheri.
5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
Mũthenya ũcio ũrokĩĩnyiitĩrwo nĩ nduma nene na kĩĩruru gĩa gĩkuũ; ũrohumbĩrwo nĩ itu; nduma ĩrotooria ũtheri waguo.
6 If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
Ũtukũ ũcio-rĩ, ũronyiitwo nĩ nduma ndumanu; ũroaga gũtaranĩrio na mĩthenya ĩrĩa ĩngĩ ya mwaka, o na kana ũtarwo harĩ mweri o na ũrĩkũ.
7 Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
Ũtukũ ũcio ũrothaata; o na gũtikanoigwo ngemi ũtukũ ũcio.
8 May it be cursed by those who curse the day — those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
Arĩa marumaga mĩthenya maroruma mũthenya ũcio, o acio moĩ kwarahũra nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani.
9 May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
Njata ciaguo cia rũciinĩ irotuĩka nduma; ũroeterera ũtheri na wage kũwona, o na ũroaga kuona ruoro rũgĩtema,
10 For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
nĩ ũndũ ndũigana kũhinga mĩrango ya nda ya maitũ, na ndũigana kũgirĩrĩria maitho makwa kuona thĩĩna.
11 Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
“Ndaagire gũkua ngĩciarwo nĩkĩ? Ndaagire gũkua ngiuma nda nĩkĩ?
12 Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
Ndaamũkĩrirwo maru-inĩ nĩkĩ? Ndaamũkĩrirwo nyondo-inĩ atĩ nĩguo nyongithio nĩkĩ?
13 For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
Nĩgũkorwo rĩu ingĩkomete ndĩ na thayũ; rĩu ingĩrĩ toro hurũkĩte
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
hamwe na athamaki na aheani kĩrĩra a gũkũ thĩ arĩa meeyakĩire kũndũ kũrĩa kwanangĩku rĩngĩ,
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
o hamwe na aathani arĩa maarĩ na thahabu, o arĩa maiyũrĩtie nyũmba ciao betha.
16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
Ningĩ-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ kĩagiririe thikwo tĩĩri-inĩ ta kĩhuno o na kana ta gakenge karĩa gatoonire ũtheri wa riũa?
17 There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
Kũu andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmatigĩte kũnyamarĩka, na kũu arĩa anogu nĩmahurũkĩte.
18 The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
Kũu-rĩ, mĩgwate o nayo nĩĩkenagĩra kwaraha kwayo; nĩĩtigĩte kũigua kĩgũthũko kĩa nyabaara ya ngombo.
19 Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
Andũ arĩa anini na arĩa anene othe marĩ kuo, nayo ngombo nĩĩrekereirio kuuma kũrĩ mũmĩathi.
20 Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga andũ arĩa marĩ na mĩnyamaro maheo ũtheri, naguo muoyo ũkaheo arĩa marĩ na ruo rwa ngoro,
21 who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
o acio meriragĩria gĩkuũ na gĩtingĩũka, o arĩa magĩcaragia gũkĩra kĩndũ kĩa goro kĩrĩa kĩhithe,
22 who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?
acio maiyũragwo nĩ gĩkeno magakena maakinya mbĩrĩra?
23 Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga muoyo ũheo mũndũ ũũrĩte njĩra, o ũcio mũhingĩrĩrie nĩ Ngai?
24 I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
Nĩ ũndũ handũ ha ndĩe irio, no kuumwo nyumagwo nĩ ngoro; nakuo gũcaaya gwakwa gũitĩkaga ta maaĩ.
25 For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
Ũndũ ũrĩa ndeetigagĩra nĩũngorete; ũndũ ũrĩa wamakagia mũno nĩguo ũnginyĩrĩire.
26 I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
Ndionaga thayũ, o na kana ngahoorera; ndionaga ũhurũko, no mĩnyamaro.”
