Job 7
1 Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
“Githĩ mũndũ ndakoragwo na ũtungata mũritũ gũkũ thĩ? Githĩ matukũ make matihaana o ta ma mũndũ mwandĩke wĩra?
2 As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
O ta ngombo ĩkwĩrirĩria ciĩruru cia hwaĩ-inĩ, o na kana ta mũndũ mwandĩke ũgũthethũkĩra mũcaara wake-rĩ,
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
ũguo nĩguo niĩ ngaĩirwo mĩeri ya tũhũ, na ngatuĩrwo atĩ ũtukũ ndaarage ndĩ na kĩeha.
4 If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
Rĩrĩa ndakoma ndĩyũragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩrĩũkĩra rĩ?’ Ũtukũ ũkaraiha, na ngaraara ngĩĩgarũra nginya gũgakĩa.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
Mwĩrĩ wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ igunyũ na ngũcĩ, nakĩo gĩkonde gĩakwa gĩatũkangĩte na gĩgatogota.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Matukũ makwa maraathira na ihenya rĩkĩrĩte rĩa kanyamũ karĩa gakonjithanagia uuthi ngoora ĩgĩtumwo, magagĩkinya mũthia itarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro.
7 Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, ririkana atĩ muoyo wakwa no ta mĩhũmũ; namo maitho makwa matigacooka kuona ũndũ mwega rĩngĩ.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
Riitho rĩrĩa rĩranyona rĩtigacooka kũnyona rĩngĩ; mũkaanjaria, no ndigakorwo ho.
9 The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up. (Sheol h7585)
O ta ũrĩa itu rĩthiiaga rĩkabuĩria, ũguo noguo ũrĩa ũthiiaga mbĩrĩra-inĩ atacookaga kuoneka. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
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 a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
Niĩ-rĩ, ndĩ iria rĩa maaĩ, kana nyamũ ĩrĩa nene ĩtũũraga iria thĩinĩ kũrĩa kũriku, atĩ nĩkĩo nangagĩrwo?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Rĩrĩa ngwĩciiria ũrĩrĩ wakwa nĩguo ũkũũhooreria, na atĩ gĩtanda gĩakwa no kĩĩniinĩre gũteta-rĩ,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
o na hĩndĩ ĩyo ũũmakagia na irooto, o na ũkanjiguithia guoya na cioneki,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngathuura kaba gũitwo, na gĩkuũ, handũ ha gũikara na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wakwa.
16 I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
Nĩthũire muoyo wakwa; ndikwenda gũtũũra nginya tene. Tigana na niĩ tondũ matukũ makwa no ma tũhũ.
17 What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
“Mũndũ-rĩ, akĩrĩ kĩ, tondũ ũmwĩkĩrĩire ũguo, na ũkamũrũmbũyia mũno ũguo,
18 And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
atĩ ũmũthuthuuragia ngoro o rũciinĩ, na ũkamũgeragia mahinda mothe?
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Kaĩ gũtarĩ hĩndĩ ũgaatiga gũikara ũndorete, kana ũtigane na niĩ o na kahinda kanini?
20 Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?
Angĩkorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie-rĩ, nĩ atĩa niĩ ngwĩkĩte, Wee mũrori wa andũ? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũnjorote? Kaĩ nduĩkĩte mũrigo harĩwe?
21 And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiria ũnjohere mahĩtia makwa na ũndekere mehia makwa? Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ hakuhĩ gũkoma tĩĩri-inĩ; nawe nĩũkanjaria no ndigakorwo ho.”
