Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
“Githĩ mũndũ ndakoragwo na ũtungata mũritũ gũkũ thĩ? Githĩ matukũ make matihaana o ta ma mũndũ mwandĩke wĩra?
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
O ta ngombo ĩkwĩrirĩria ciĩruru cia hwaĩ-inĩ, o na kana ta mũndũ mwandĩke ũgũthethũkĩra mũcaara wake-rĩ,
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
ũguo nĩguo niĩ ngaĩirwo mĩeri ya tũhũ, na ngatuĩrwo atĩ ũtukũ ndaarage ndĩ na kĩeha.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
Rĩrĩa ndakoma ndĩyũragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩrĩũkĩra rĩ?’ Ũtukũ ũkaraiha, na ngaraara ngĩĩgarũra nginya gũgakĩa.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Mwĩrĩ wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ igunyũ na ngũcĩ, nakĩo gĩkonde gĩakwa gĩatũkangĩte na gĩgatogota.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
“Matukũ makwa maraathira na ihenya rĩkĩrĩte rĩa kanyamũ karĩa gakonjithanagia uuthi ngoora ĩgĩtumwo, magagĩkinya mũthia itarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, ririkana atĩ muoyo wakwa no ta mĩhũmũ; namo maitho makwa matigacooka kuona ũndũ mwega rĩngĩ.
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
Riitho rĩrĩa rĩranyona rĩtigacooka kũnyona rĩngĩ; mũkaanjaria, no ndigakorwo ho.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
O ta ũrĩa itu rĩthiiaga rĩkabuĩria, ũguo noguo ũrĩa ũthiiaga mbĩrĩra-inĩ atacookaga kuoneka. (Sheol h7585)
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
Ndagacooka kũinũka gwake mũciĩ; harĩa aaikaraga ndagacooka kuonwo ho.
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.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio-rĩ, ndigũkira; ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa roho wakwa ũrĩ na ruo, ndĩtetere nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
Niĩ-rĩ, ndĩ iria rĩa maaĩ, kana nyamũ ĩrĩa nene ĩtũũraga iria thĩinĩ kũrĩa kũriku, atĩ nĩkĩo nangagĩrwo?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
Rĩrĩa ngwĩciiria ũrĩrĩ wakwa nĩguo ũkũũhooreria, na atĩ gĩtanda gĩakwa no kĩĩniinĩre gũteta-rĩ,
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
o na hĩndĩ ĩyo ũũmakagia na irooto, o na ũkanjiguithia guoya na cioneki,
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngathuura kaba gũitwo, na gĩkuũ, handũ ha gũikara na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wakwa.
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
Nĩthũire muoyo wakwa; ndikwenda gũtũũra nginya tene. Tigana na niĩ tondũ matukũ makwa no ma tũhũ.
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
“Mũndũ-rĩ, akĩrĩ kĩ, tondũ ũmwĩkĩrĩire ũguo, na ũkamũrũmbũyia mũno ũguo,
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
atĩ ũmũthuthuuragia ngoro o rũciinĩ, na ũkamũgeragia mahinda mothe?
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
Kaĩ gũtarĩ hĩndĩ ũgaatiga gũikara ũndorete, kana ũtigane na niĩ o na kahinda kanini?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
Angĩkorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie-rĩ, nĩ atĩa niĩ ngwĩkĩte, Wee mũrori wa andũ? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũnjorote? Kaĩ nduĩkĩte mũrigo harĩwe?
21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.”
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiria ũnjohere mahĩtia makwa na ũndekere mehia makwa? Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ hakuhĩ gũkoma tĩĩri-inĩ; nawe nĩũkanjaria no ndigakorwo ho.”
