Job 16
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
“Nĩnjiguĩte maũndũ maingĩ ta macio; inyuothe mũrĩ ahoorerania a kũnyamarania!
3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?
Mĩario ĩyo yanyu mĩingĩ ya mũhũhũtĩko-rĩ, ndĩrĩĩthira? Nĩ kĩĩ kĩramũthĩĩnia, gĩgatũma mũtinde mũgĩkararania?
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul. I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
O na niĩ no njarie ta inyuĩ, korwo nĩ inyuĩ mũrĩ harĩa ndĩ; niĩ no njarie mĩario mĩega ya kũmũciirithia na ndĩmũinainĩrie mũtwe.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
No rĩrĩ, kanua gakwa no kamũũmĩrĩrie; ũhoorerania uumĩte mĩromo-inĩ yakwa no ũmũhoorerie.
6 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
“No o na ndaaria-rĩ, ruo rwakwa rũtirathira; o na ndegirĩrĩria kwaria-rĩ, rũtiranjeherera.
7 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
Ti-itherũ, Wee Ngai nĩũũnogeetie; nĩũharaganĩtie nyũmba yakwa yothe.
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.
Wee nĩũnjoheete, naguo ũndũ ũcio ũgatuĩka ũira; ũhĩnju ũyũ ndĩ naguo nĩwambararĩte ũkaanyumbũra ũrĩa ndariĩ.
9 He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.
Ngai nĩandooretie na akandembũranga nĩ ũrĩa arakarĩte, akaahagaranĩria magego; ũcio thũ yakwa nĩangũũrĩire maitho.
10 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
Andũ nĩmathamĩtie tũnua twao maathekerere; mangũthaga rũthĩa makĩĩnyũrũragia, na makanyiitana hamwe manjũkĩrĩre.
11 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
Mũrungu nĩandekereirie kũrĩ andũ arĩa ooru, na akanjikia mĩtego-inĩ ya arĩa aaganu.
12 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
Niĩ ndaikarĩte wega, nowe agĩĩthethera; aanyiitire mũmero, akĩĩhehenja. We anduĩte cabaa wake wa kũrathagwo;
13 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.
aikia a mĩguĩ ake nĩmandigiicĩirie. Aratheeca higo ciakwa atarĩ na tha, na agaita maaĩ makwa ma nyongo thĩ.
14 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
Aatharĩkagĩra maita maingĩ maingĩ; anguthũkagĩra ta njamba ya ita.
15 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
“Ndumĩire gĩkonde gĩakwa kĩa mwĩrĩ nguo ya ikũnia, na ngahitha thiithi wakwa rũkũngũ-inĩ.
16 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
Ũthiũ wakwa nĩũtunĩhĩte nĩkũrĩra, nduma nene ĩgakĩhumbĩra maitho makwa;
17 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
no rĩrĩ, moko makwa matirĩ ũndũ wa ũhinya mekĩte namo mahooya makwa nĩ matheru.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
“Wee thĩ-rĩ, ndũkahumbĩre thakame yakwa; kĩrĩro gĩakwa kĩroaga gũkaahuurũkio!
19 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
O na rĩu-rĩ, mũira wakwa arĩ igũrũ; ũcio mũnjiirĩrĩri arĩ o igũrũ.
20 My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
Mũũthaithanĩrĩri nĩ mũrata wakwa rĩrĩa maitho makwa maraita maithori harĩ Ngai;
21 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
nĩathaithanagĩrĩra mũndũ kũrĩ Ngai, o ta ũrĩa mũndũ athaithanagĩrĩra mũratawe.
22 For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.
“No mĩaka mĩnini ĩgũthira, thiĩ rũgendo rũrĩa mũndũ athiiaga na ndacooke.
