Job 23
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 Now also my words are in bitterness, and the hand of my scourge is more grievous than my mourning.
“O na ũmũthĩ gũteta gwakwa no kũrũrũ; guoko gwake nĩkũnditũhĩire o na ngĩcaayaga ũguo.
3 Who will grant me that I might know and find him, and come even to his throne?
Naarĩ korwo nĩnjũũĩ kũrĩa ingĩmuona; Naarĩ korwo no hote gũthiĩ kũrĩa aikaraga!
4 I would set judgment before him, and would fill my mouth with complaints.
Ingĩĩyarĩrĩria harĩ we, njiyũrie kanua gakwa ihooto.
5 That I might know the words that he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
No nyende kũmenya ũrĩa angĩĩnjookeria, ndĩcũũranie ũrĩa angĩnjĩĩra.
6 I would not that he should contend with me with much strength, nor overwhelm me with the weight of his greatness.
No anjũkĩrĩre na ũhoti wake mũnene? Aca, ndangĩhatĩrĩria na thitango.
7 Let him propose equity against me, and let my judgment come to victory.
Hau-rĩ, mũndũ mũrũngĩrĩru no atware ciira wake mbere yake, na niĩ njohorithio kuuma kũrĩ mũnjiirithia nginya tene.
8 But if I go to the east, he appeareth not; if to the west, I shall not understand him.
“No rĩrĩ, ingĩthiĩ mwena wa irathĩro, we ndarĩ kuo; ingĩthiĩ mwena wa ithũĩro, ndiramuona.
9 If to the left hand, what shall I do? I shall not take hold on him: if I turn myself to the right hand, I shall not see him.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa arĩ wĩra-inĩ mwena wa gathigathini, ndimuonaga; rĩrĩa athiĩ mwena wa gũthini, ndimuonaga o na hanini.
10 But he knoweth my way, and has tried me as gold that passeth through the fire:
Nowe-rĩ, nĩooĩ njĩra ĩrĩa ngeragĩra; aarĩkia kũngeria, ngoima haana o ta thahabu.
11 My foot hath followed his steps, I have kept his way, and have not declined from it.
Magũrũ makwa moimĩte makinya make thuutha; nũmagĩrĩra njĩra yake itekwahũka na mwena.
12 I have not departed from the commandments of his lips, and the words of his mouth I have hid in my bosom.
Niĩ nditiganĩirie maathani ma mĩromo yake; njĩkĩrĩire ciugo cia kanua gake gũkĩra irio ciakwa cia o mũthenya.
13 For he is alone, and no man can turn away his thought: and whatsoever is soul hath desired, that hath he done.
“No rĩrĩ, arũgamaga arĩ o wiki; nũũ ũngĩhota kũregana nake? Ekaga o ũrĩa ekwenda.
14 And when he shall have fulfilled his will in me, many other like things are also at hand with him.
Ahingagia ũndũ ũrĩa anduĩrĩire, na arĩ o na mĩbango mĩingĩ ta ĩyo anjigĩire.
15 And therefore I am troubled at his presence, and when I consider him I am made pensive with fear.
Kĩu nĩkĩo gĩtũmĩte nyiitwo nĩ kĩmako ndĩ mbere yake; ndeciiria maũndũ macio mothe-rĩ, ngamwĩtigĩra.
16 God hath softened my heart, and the Almighty hath troubled me.
Mũrungu nĩatũmĩte ngoro yakwa yũrwo nĩ hinya; ũcio Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩatũmĩte nyiitwo nĩ guoya.
17 For I have not perished because of the darkness that hangs over me, neither hath the mist covered my face.
No rĩrĩ, ndikirĩtio nĩ nduma, ĩĩ nduma ĩyo ndumanu ĩhumbĩrĩte ũthiũ wakwa.
