Job 19
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Nake Ayubu akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
“Mũkũũnyariira nginya-rĩ, mũkĩĩhehenjaga na ciugo?
3 Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.
Rĩu mũrĩ kũndetia maita ikũmi; mũũtharĩkĩire mũtarĩ na thoni.
4 For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.
Angĩkorwo nĩ ma atĩ nĩhĩtĩtie njĩra, ihĩtia rĩakwa rĩgũikara rĩrĩ thĩĩna wakwa.
5 But you have set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.
Mũngĩkorwo ti-itherũ nĩmũgwĩtũũgĩria igũrũ rĩakwa, na mũgĩe na mweke wa kũnjũkĩrĩra nĩ ũndũ wa ũguo njonorithĩtio,
6 At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.
no kĩmenyei atĩ Ngai nĩwe ũũhĩtĩirie, akandigiicĩria na wabu wake.
7 Behold I cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.
“O na gũtuĩka nĩngayaga ngoiga atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩĩmũhĩtĩrie!’ Niĩ ndirĩ ũndũ njookagĩrio; o na gũtuĩka nĩhooyaga ndeithio, gũtirĩ kĩhooto nyonaga.
8 He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.
Nĩahingĩire njĩra na niĩ ndingĩhota kũhĩtũka; tũcĩra twakwa nĩatwĩkĩrĩte nduma.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.
Nĩanjaũrĩte gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa, na akanduta thũmbĩ mũtwe.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.
Andarũrangaga kuuma mbarĩ ciothe nginya ngathira; amunyaga mwĩhoko wakwa o ta mũtĩ.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.
Marakara make nĩmanjakanĩire; andaraga hamwe na thũ ciake.
12 His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.
Mbũtũ ciake cia ita injerekagĩra na hinya; ciakaga ihumbu cia kũnjũkĩrĩra, igathiũrũrũkĩria hema yakwa.
13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.
“Nĩanyamũranĩtie na ariũ a baba makaahutatĩra; andũ arĩa tũyaine nao nĩmeĩndigithĩtie biũ.
14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.
Andũ a mbarĩ ciitũ nĩmathiĩte makandiga; arata akwa nĩmariganĩirwo nĩ niĩ.
15 They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien 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 gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.
Njĩtaga ndungata yakwa, no ndĩngĩnjĩtĩka, o na ndĩmĩthaithĩte na kanua gakwa niĩ mwene.
17 My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.
Mĩhũmũ ya kanua gakwa nĩmĩnungu harĩ mũtumia wakwa; nduĩkĩte wa kũmenwo harĩ ariũ a maitũ.
18 Even fools despise me; and when I gone from them, they spoke against me.
O na tũhĩĩ tũrĩa tũnini nĩtũũnyararĩte, rĩrĩa ndatuumĩrĩra no gũũthekerera tũũthekagĩrĩra.
19 They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.
Arata akwa arĩa manguhĩrĩirie othe nĩmathũire; andũ arĩa nyendeete nĩmahutatĩire makaanjũkĩrĩra.
20 The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
Niĩ thirĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ; niĩ ndigarĩirwo no kĩni kĩa magego giiki.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
“Njiguĩrai tha, inyuĩ arata akwa, iguai tha, nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Ngai nĩkũngũthĩte.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?
Mũthingatanaga na niĩ o ta ũrĩa Mũrungu aathingataga nĩkĩ? Mũtirĩ mũraiganwo nĩ nyama ciakwa?
23 Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?
“Naarĩ korwo ciugo ciakwa nĩciandĩkĩtwo, igakĩandĩkwo ibuku-inĩ rĩa gĩkũnjo,
24 With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint 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 liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.
Nĩnjũũĩ atĩ Mũngũũri arĩ muoyo, na atĩ marigĩrĩrio-inĩ nĩwe ũkaarũgama thĩ ĩno.
26 And I shall be clothed 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 Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up 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 say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?
“Mũngiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Ĩ nĩtũthingatane nake, kuona atĩ nĩwe kĩhumo gĩa thĩĩna ũyũ,’
29 Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is 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.”
