Job 6
1 And Job made answer and said,
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
“Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
3 For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
Ti-itherũ yakorwo ĩrĩ mĩritũ gũkĩra mũthanga ũrĩa ũrĩ maria-inĩ marĩa manene; na nĩkĩo ndĩrahiũhire kwaria.
4 For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
Mĩguĩ ya Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩĩndoonyete, naguo roho wakwa nĩũranyua ũrũrũ wayo; maũndũ ma kũmakania mũno ma Ngai nĩmerekeirio harĩ niĩ.
5 Does the ass of the fields give out his voice when he has grass? or does the ox make sounds over his food?
Njagĩ ya werũ-inĩ-rĩ, nĩyaanagia rĩrĩa ĩrĩ na nyeki ya kũrĩa, kana ndegwa ĩkaania rĩrĩa ĩtuĩrĩirwo?
6 Will a man take food which has no taste without salt? or is there any taste in the soft substance of purslain?
Irio itarĩ mũcamo nĩ irĩĩkaga itekĩrĩtwo cumbĩ? Mũruru wa itumbĩ ũrĩa mwerũ-rĩ, nĩ urĩ mũrĩo?
7 My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
“Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo no ngĩe na ũndũ wa kũũhooreria, ũndũ wa gĩkeno ruo-inĩ rũrũ rũtarathira, atĩ niĩ ndikaanĩte ciugo cia Ũrĩa Mũtheru.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
“Ndĩ na hinya ũrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo njikare ndĩ na mwĩhoko? Ndĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro kĩrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo ngirĩrĩrie?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
14 He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.
“Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
15 My friends have been false like a stream, like streams in the valleys which come to an end:
No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
16 Which are dark because of the ice, and the snow falling into them;
rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
17 Under the burning sun they are cut off, and come to nothing because of the heat.
no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
18 The camel-trains go out of their way; they go up into the waste and come to destruction.
Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
19 The camel-trains of Tema were searching with care, the bands of Sheba were waiting for them:
Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
20 They were put to shame because of their hope; they came and their hope was gone.
Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
21 So have you now become to me; you see my sad condition and are in fear.
O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
22 Did I say, Give me something? or, Make a payment for me out of your wealth?
Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
23 Or, Get me out of the power of my hater? or, Give money so that I may be free from the power of the cruel ones?
honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
24 Give me teaching and I will be quiet; and make me see my error.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
25 How pleasing are upright words! but what force is there in your arguments?
Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
26 My words may seem wrong to you, but the words of him who has no hope are for the wind.
Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
27 Truly, you are such as would give up the child of a dead man to his creditors, and would make a profit out of your friend.
Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
28 Now then, let your eyes be turned to me, for truly I will not say what is false to your face.
“No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
29 Let your minds be changed, and do not have an evil opinion of me; yes, be changed, for my righteousness is still in me.
Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
30 Is there evil in my tongue? is not the cause of my trouble clear to me?
Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
