Job 10
1 I hate my life! Let me speak freely about my complaints—I can't keep my bitterness to myself.
“Nĩthũire gũtũũra muoyo ũyũ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndikũhingĩrĩria mateta makwa, o na nĩ ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
2 I will tell God, “Don't just condemn me—tell me what you have against me.
Ngwĩra Ngai atĩrĩ: Tiga kũndua mwĩhia, no nyonia kĩrĩa ũrandũithĩria.
3 Do you enjoy accusing me? Why do you reject me, someone you made with your own hands, and yet smile on the scheming of the wicked?
Kaĩ ũkenagio nĩ kũũhinyĩrĩria, ũgathũũra wĩra wa moko maku, o rĩrĩa ũrakenera mathugunda ma andũ arĩa aaganu?
4 Do you have human eyes? Do you see like human beings do?
Kaĩ maitho maku marĩ o ta maitho ma andũ? Kaĩ muonere waku ũhaana o ta wa mũndũ?
5 Is your life as short as mortal beings? Are your years as brief as those of humanity,
Kaĩ matukũ maku maigana ta ma andũ, kana mĩaka yaku ĩkaigana o ta ya mũndũ,
6 that you have to examine my wrongs and investigate my sins?
nĩguo ũcarĩrĩrie mahĩtia makwa, o na ũtuĩragie mehia makwa,
7 Even though you know I'm not guilty, no one can save me from you.
o na gũtuĩka wee nĩũũĩ atĩ ndiĩhĩtie, na ũkamenya atĩ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũũhonokia moko-inĩ maku?
8 You made me and shaped me with your own hands, and yet you destroy me.
“Moko maku nĩmo maathondekire na makĩnyũmba. Rĩu nĩũgũkĩgarũrũka ũnyanange?
9 Remember that you shaped me like a piece of clay—are you now going to turn me back into dust?
Ririkana atĩ wanyũũmbire ta rĩũmba. Rĩu ũgũcooka ũndue rũkũngũ rĩngĩ?
10 You poured me out like milk, you curdled me like cheese.
Githĩ ndwanjitire ta iria, na ũgĩcooka ũkĩĩmatia ta maguta marĩo,
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh; you wove my body together with bones and muscles.
ũkĩĩhumbĩra na nyama na gĩkonde, na ũkĩohania mahĩndĩ na mĩkiha yakwa hamwe.
12 You granted me life and showed me your kindness; you have taken great care of me.
Nĩwaaheire muoyo o na ũkĩnyonia ũtugi waku; naguo ũmenyereri waku nĩguo ũtũirie roho wakwa.
13 But you kept these things hidden in your heart. I know your purpose was
“No nĩwahithire maũndũ maya ngoro-inĩ yaku, na nĩnjũũĩ no warĩ na ũndũ ũyũ meciiria-inĩ maku:
14 to watch me, and if I sinned, then you would not forgive my wrongs.
Ingĩehirie wee nĩwanyonaga, na ndũngĩagire kũũherithia nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhia wakwa.
15 If I'm guilty I'm in trouble, if I'm innocent I can't hold my head high because I'm totally disgraced as I look at my sufferings.
Kaĩ akorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie ndĩ na haaro-ĩ! O na ingĩiguĩka ndiĩkĩte ũũru, ndingĩhota gũtiira mũtwe wakwa, nĩgũkorwo njiyũrĩtwo nĩ thoni, na ngarikĩra mathĩĩna-inĩ makwa.
16 If I do hold my head high you hunt me down like a lion, showing how powerful you are in hurting me.
Ingĩtiira mũtwe wakwa-rĩ, wee ũnjeemaga o ta mũrũũthi, na ningĩ ũkonania ũhoti waku mũnene wa kũnjũkĩrĩra.
17 You repeat your arguments against me, you pour out more and more of your anger against me, you send fresh armies against me.
Nĩũndeheire aira angĩ manjũkĩrĩre, na nĩwongereire marakara maku igũrũ rĩakwa; mbũtũ ciaku ikanjũkĩrĩra o ta makũmbĩ ma maaĩ marũmanĩrĩire.
18 So why did you allow me to be born? I wish that I had died, and nobody had ever seen me!
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩatũmire ũndute nda ya maitũ? Naarĩ korwo ndakuire itoneetwo nĩ maitho ma mũndũ o na ũmwe.
19 It would have been better if I had never existed, taken straight from the womb to the grave.
Naarĩ korwo ndiaciarirwo, kana korwo ndaciarirwo njerekeirio mbĩrĩra!
20 I only have a few days left, so why don't you leave me alone so I can have a little peace
Githĩ matukũ makwa o na marĩ manini matikirie gũthira? Tigana na niĩ nĩguo ngĩe na gĩkeno gwa kahinda kanini,
21 before I go to where I shall never return from, the land of darkness and the shadow of death—
kamũira thiĩte kũrĩa mũndũ athiiaga na ndacooke, bũrũri wa nduma, o nduma nene ya gĩkuũ,
22 the land of total darkness where death's shadow lies, a place of chaos where light itself is darkness.”
o bũrũri ũrĩa ũtukũ wakuo ũrĩ mũtumanu mũno, bũrũri wa nduma ya gĩkuũ, na ũtarĩ kĩhaarĩro, kũrĩa o na ũtheri ũhaana o ta nduma.”
