< Proverbs 7 >

1 My son, keep my words and treasure my commandments within you.
Mũrũ wakwa, tũũra ũrũmĩtie ciugo ciakwa, na wĩigĩre maathani makwa thĩinĩ waku.
2 Keep my commandments and live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
Rũmia maathani makwa, na nĩũgatũũra muoyo; gitagĩra morutani makwa o ta kĩũma kĩa riitho rĩaku.
3 Tie them to your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.
Mohagĩrĩre ciara-inĩ ciaku; ũmaandĩke kĩhengere-inĩ kĩa ngoro yaku.
4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and call understanding your kinsman,
Ĩra ũũgĩ atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe mwarĩ wa maitũ,” naguo ũtaũku ũwĩtage mũndũ wa nyũmba yanyu;
5 that they may keep you from the adulteress, from the stranger with seductive words.
nĩcirĩkweheragia harĩ mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio mũtharia, o na kuuma kũrĩ mũtumia ũcio ũtarĩ mwĩhokeku, hamwe na ciugo ciake cia kũheenanĩrĩria.
6 For at the window of my house I looked through the lattice.
Ndĩ ndirica-inĩ ya nyũmba yakwa-rĩ, nĩndacũthĩrĩirie na nja kamwanya-inĩ,
7 I saw among the simple, I noticed among the youths, a young man lacking judgment,
ngĩona kĩmwana gatagatĩ ka arĩa matarĩ oogĩ, na ngĩkũũrana gatagatĩ ka aanake, mũndũ mwĩthĩ ũtaarĩ na ũũgĩ wa gũkũũrana maũndũ.
8 crossing the street near her corner, strolling down the road to her house,
Aikũrũkaga na njĩra ĩrĩa yarĩ hakuhĩ na koine ya kwa mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio, agĩthiĩ na njĩra ĩyo yerekeire na gwake mũciĩ,
9 at twilight, as the day was fading into the dark of the night.
na kwarĩ na mairia o kahwaĩ-inĩ gũgĩtukatuka, gũkĩambĩrĩria kũgĩa nduma ya ũtukũ.
10 Then a woman came out to meet him, with the attire of a harlot and cunning of heart.
Na rĩrĩ, hagĩũka mũndũ-wa-nja kũmũtũnga, wehumbĩte nguo ta mũmaraya, arĩ na wara ngoro-inĩ.
11 She is loud and defiant; her feet do not remain at home.
(Nĩ mũnegeni na mũngʼathia, na magũrũ make matikiragĩrĩria mũciĩ;
12 Now in the street, now in the squares, she lurks at every corner.
rĩmwe arĩ njĩra-inĩ, na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ arĩ ihaaro-inĩ, ehithagĩre andũ koine-inĩ ciothe cia njĩra.)
13 She seizes him and kisses him; she brazenly says to him:
Nake akĩnyiita mwanake ũcio, akĩmũmumunya, na akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ ategũconoka,
14 “I have made my peace offerings; today I have paid my vows.
“Ndĩ na maruta ma ngwatanĩro mũciĩ, tondũ ũmũthĩ nĩhingirie mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa.
15 So I came out to meet you; I sought you, and I have found you.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndoimagara, ndooka gũgũtũnga; ngũgũcarĩtie mũno, na rĩu nĩndakuona!
16 I have decked my bed with coverings, with colored linen from Egypt.
Nĩnjarĩte ũrĩrĩ wakwa na macuka ma gatani ma marangi kuuma Misiri.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, with aloes, and with cinnamon.
Ũrĩrĩ ũcio wakwa nĩndĩũitĩrĩirie indo nungi wega ta manemane, na thubiri, o na mũndarathini.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love till morning. Let us delight in loving caresses!
Ũka twĩhũũnie wendo nginya rũciinĩ; reke twĩkenie na wendo!
19 For my husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.
Mũthuuri wakwa ndarĩ mũciĩ; nĩathiĩte rũgendo rũraihu.
20 He took with him a bag of money and will not return till the moon is full.”
Nĩathiire na mũhuko wake ũiyũrĩte mbeeca, na akainũka mũciĩ o rĩrĩa mweri ũkaiganana.”
21 With her great persuasion she entices him; with her flattering lips she lures him.
Agĩkĩmũheenereria na ciugo, akĩmũhĩtithia; agĩkĩmuuha na mĩario yake mĩnyoroku.
22 He follows her on impulse, like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer bounding into a trap,
O rĩmwe akĩmũrũmĩrĩra ta ndegwa ĩgĩthiĩ gũthĩnjwo, kana ta thwariga ĩgĩtoonya kĩana-inĩ kĩa mũtego,
23 until an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare— not knowing it will cost him his life.
nginya akaaya gũtheecwo ini nĩ mĩguĩ, akahaana ta nyoni ĩguthũkĩte mũtego-inĩ, ĩtekũmenya o na hanini atĩ ũndũ ũcio no ũmĩrute muoyo.
24 Now, my sons, listen to me, and attend to the words of my mouth.
Atĩrĩrĩ, ariũ akwa, ta thikĩrĩriai; tegai matũ mũigue ũrĩa ngũmwĩra.
25 Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways; do not stray into her paths.
Mũtikanareke ngoro cianyu ĩrũmĩrĩre mĩthiĩre yake, kana mũingĩre njĩra-inĩ ciake.
26 For she has brought many down to death; her slain are many in number.
Nĩ andũ aingĩ arĩkĩtie kũrũnda; arĩa oragĩte nĩ kĩrĩndĩ kĩingĩ mũno.
27 Her house is the road to Sheol, descending to the chambers of death. (Sheol h7585)
Nyũmba yake nĩ njĩra njariĩ ya gũthiĩ mbĩrĩra, nayo yerekagĩria andũ nyũmba-inĩ cia gĩkuũ. (Sheol h7585)

< Proverbs 7 >