Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nĩthũire gũtũũra muoyo ũyũ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndikũhingĩrĩria mateta makwa, o na nĩ ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
Ngwĩra Ngai atĩrĩ: Tiga kũndua mwĩhia, no nyonia kĩrĩa ũrandũithĩria.
3 Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
Kaĩ ũkenagio nĩ kũũhinyĩrĩria, ũgathũũra wĩra wa moko maku, o rĩrĩa ũrakenera mathugunda ma andũ arĩa aaganu?
4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
Kaĩ maitho maku marĩ o ta maitho ma andũ? Kaĩ muonere waku ũhaana o ta wa mũndũ?
5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
Kaĩ matukũ maku maigana ta ma andũ, kana mĩaka yaku ĩkaigana o ta ya mũndũ,
6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
nĩguo ũcarĩrĩrie mahĩtia makwa, o na ũtuĩragie mehia makwa,
7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
o na gũtuĩka wee nĩũũĩ atĩ ndiĩhĩtie, na ũkamenya atĩ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũũhonokia moko-inĩ maku?
8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
“Moko maku nĩmo maathondekire na makĩnyũmba. Rĩu nĩũgũkĩgarũrũka ũnyanange?
9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
Ririkana atĩ wanyũũmbire ta rĩũmba. Rĩu ũgũcooka ũndue rũkũngũ rĩngĩ?
10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Githĩ ndwanjitire ta iria, na ũgĩcooka ũkĩĩmatia ta maguta marĩo,
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
ũkĩĩhumbĩra na nyama na gĩkonde, na ũkĩohania mahĩndĩ na mĩkiha yakwa hamwe.
12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Nĩwaaheire muoyo o na ũkĩnyonia ũtugi waku; naguo ũmenyereri waku nĩguo ũtũirie roho wakwa.
13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
“No nĩwahithire maũndũ maya ngoro-inĩ yaku, na nĩnjũũĩ no warĩ na ũndũ ũyũ meciiria-inĩ maku:
14 If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
Ingĩehirie wee nĩwanyonaga, na ndũngĩagire kũũherithia nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhia wakwa.
15 And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
Kaĩ akorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie ndĩ na haaro-ĩ! O na ingĩiguĩka ndiĩkĩte ũũru, ndingĩhota gũtiira mũtwe wakwa, nĩgũkorwo njiyũrĩtwo nĩ thoni, na ngarikĩra mathĩĩna-inĩ makwa.
16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
Ingĩtiira mũtwe wakwa-rĩ, wee ũnjeemaga o ta mũrũũthi, na ningĩ ũkonania ũhoti waku mũnene wa kũnjũkĩrĩra.
17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
Nĩũndeheire aira angĩ manjũkĩrĩre, na nĩwongereire marakara maku igũrũ rĩakwa; mbũtũ ciaku ikanjũkĩrĩra o ta makũmbĩ ma maaĩ marũmanĩrĩire.
18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩatũmire ũndute nda ya maitũ? Naarĩ korwo ndakuire itoneetwo nĩ maitho ma mũndũ o na ũmwe.
19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
Naarĩ korwo ndiaciarirwo, kana korwo ndaciarirwo njerekeirio mbĩrĩra!
20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
Githĩ matukũ makwa o na marĩ manini matikirie gũthira? Tigana na niĩ nĩguo ngĩe na gĩkeno gwa kahinda kanini,
21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
kamũira thiĩte kũrĩa mũndũ athiiaga na ndacooke, bũrũri wa nduma, o nduma nene ya gĩkuũ,
22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
o bũrũri ũrĩa ũtukũ wakuo ũrĩ mũtumanu mũno, bũrũri wa nduma ya gĩkuũ, na ũtarĩ kĩhaarĩro, kũrĩa o na ũtheri ũhaana o ta nduma.”
