Job 19
1 But Job answered by saying:
Nake Ayubu akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 How long will you afflict my soul and wear me down with words?
“Mũkũũnyariira nginya-rĩ, mũkĩĩhehenjaga na ciugo?
3 So, ten times you confound me and are not ashamed to oppress me.
Rĩu mũrĩ kũndetia maita ikũmi; mũũtharĩkĩire mũtarĩ na thoni.
4 Now, of course, if I have been ignorant, my ignorance will be with me.
Angĩkorwo nĩ ma atĩ nĩhĩtĩtie njĩra, ihĩtia rĩakwa rĩgũikara rĩrĩ thĩĩna wakwa.
5 But you have risen up against me, and you accuse me to my disgrace.
Mũngĩkorwo ti-itherũ nĩmũgwĩtũũgĩria igũrũ rĩakwa, na mũgĩe na mweke wa kũnjũkĩrĩra nĩ ũndũ wa ũguo njonorithĩtio,
6 At least now you should understand that God has not afflicted me with a balanced judgment, though he has encompassed me with his scourges.
no kĩmenyei atĩ Ngai nĩwe ũũhĩtĩirie, akandigiicĩria na wabu wake.
7 Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.
“O na gũtuĩka nĩngayaga ngoiga atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩĩmũhĩtĩrie!’ Niĩ ndirĩ ũndũ njookagĩrio; o na gũtuĩka nĩhooyaga ndeithio, gũtirĩ kĩhooto nyonaga.
8 He has hemmed in my path, and I cannot pass; he has added darkness to my difficult path.
Nĩahingĩire njĩra na niĩ ndingĩhota kũhĩtũka; tũcĩra twakwa nĩatwĩkĩrĩte nduma.
9 He has plundered me of my glory, and he has stolen the crown from my head.
Nĩanjaũrĩte gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa, na akanduta thũmbĩ mũtwe.
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and, like an uprooted tree, he has taken away my hope.
Andarũrangaga kuuma mbarĩ ciothe nginya ngathira; amunyaga mwĩhoko wakwa o ta mũtĩ.
11 His fury has raged against me, and in this way he has treated me like his enemy.
Marakara make nĩmanjakanĩire; andaraga hamwe na thũ ciake.
12 His troops have gathered together, and they have made their way to me, and they have besieged my tabernacle all around.
Mbũtũ ciake cia ita injerekagĩra na hinya; ciakaga ihumbu cia kũnjũkĩrĩra, igathiũrũrũkĩria hema yakwa.
13 He has put my brothers far from me, and my friends have withdrawn from me like strangers.
“Nĩanyamũranĩtie na ariũ a baba makaahutatĩra; andũ arĩa tũyaine nao nĩmeĩndigithĩtie biũ.
14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and those who knew me, have forgotten me.
Andũ a mbarĩ ciitũ nĩmathiĩte makandiga; arata akwa nĩmariganĩirwo nĩ niĩ.
15 The inhabitants of my house and my maidservants treat me just as if I were a stranger, and I have been like a sojourner in their eyes.
Ageni akwa na ndungata ciakwa cia andũ-a-nja matuaga ta matanjũũĩ; maanyonaga ta ndĩ mũndũ uumĩte kũndũ kũngĩ.
16 I called my servant, and he did not respond; I pleaded with him with my own mouth.
Njĩtaga ndungata yakwa, no ndĩngĩnjĩtĩka, o na ndĩmĩthaithĩte na kanua gakwa niĩ mwene.
17 My wife has shuddered at my breath, and I have begged the sons of my loins.
Mĩhũmũ ya kanua gakwa nĩmĩnungu harĩ mũtumia wakwa; nduĩkĩte wa kũmenwo harĩ ariũ a maitũ.
18 Even the foolish have looked down on me, and, when I withdrew from them, they spoke ill of me.
O na tũhĩĩ tũrĩa tũnini nĩtũũnyararĩte, rĩrĩa ndatuumĩrĩra no gũũthekerera tũũthekagĩrĩra.
19 Those who were sometimes my counselors, treat me like an abomination; and he whom I valued the most has turned against me.
Arata akwa arĩa manguhĩrĩirie othe nĩmathũire; andũ arĩa nyendeete nĩmahutatĩire makaanjũkĩrĩra.
20 Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.
Niĩ thirĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ; niĩ ndigarĩirwo no kĩni kĩa magego giiki.
21 Have mercy on me, have compassion on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord has touched me.
“Njiguĩrai tha, inyuĩ arata akwa, iguai tha, nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Ngai nĩkũngũthĩte.
22 Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?
Mũthingatanaga na niĩ o ta ũrĩa Mũrungu aathingataga nĩkĩ? Mũtirĩ mũraiganwo nĩ nyama ciakwa?
23 Who will grant to me that my words may be written down? Who will grant to me that they may be inscribed in a book,
“Naarĩ korwo ciugo ciakwa nĩciandĩkĩtwo, igakĩandĩkwo ibuku-inĩ rĩa gĩkũnjo,
24 with an iron pen and a plate of lead, or else be carved in stone?
igakarwo na karamu ga kĩgera igũrũ rĩa ngocorai, kana igakururwo rwaro-inĩ rwa ihiga itũũre nginya tene!
25 For I know that my Redeemer lives, and on the last day I will rise out of the earth.
Nĩnjũũĩ atĩ Mũngũũri arĩ muoyo, na atĩ marigĩrĩrio-inĩ nĩwe ũkaarũgama thĩ ĩno.
26 And I will be enveloped again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.
Nakĩo gĩkonde gĩkĩ gĩakwa kĩarĩkia gũthira, na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wa nyama ũkorwo ũtarĩ ho, hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩ ngoona Ngai;
27 It is he whom I myself will see, and he whom my eyes will behold, and no other. This, my hope, has taken rest in my bosom.
niĩ mwene nĩngamwĩonera na maitho, niĩ mwene, ti mũndũ ũngĩ. Ĩ ngoro yakwa ndĩkĩrĩ na wendo mũnene!
28 Why then do you now say: “Let us pursue him, and let us find a basis to speak against him?”
“Mũngiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Ĩ nĩtũthingatane nake, kuona atĩ nĩwe kĩhumo gĩa thĩĩna ũyũ,’
29 So then, flee from the face of the sword, for the sword is the avenger of iniquities; but know this: there is to be a judgment.
inyuĩ ene nĩmwagĩrĩirwo nĩ gwĩtigĩra rũhiũ rwa njora; nĩgũkorwo mangʼũrĩ nĩmakarehithia kũherithanio na rũhiũ rwa njora, na hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩmũkamenya atĩ nĩ kũrĩ ũtuanĩri wa ciira.”
