Job 6
1 Then Job responded:
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 “If my grief could be weighed and my troubles placed on the scales
“Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
3 they would be heavier than the sand of the sea. That's why I spoke so rashly.
Ti-itherũ yakorwo ĩrĩ mĩritũ gũkĩra mũthanga ũrĩa ũrĩ maria-inĩ marĩa manene; na nĩkĩo ndĩrahiũhire kwaria.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; their poison saps my spirit. God's terrors are lined up against me.
Mĩguĩ ya Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩĩndoonyete, naguo roho wakwa nĩũranyua ũrũrũ wayo; maũndũ ma kũmakania mũno ma Ngai nĩmerekeirio harĩ niĩ.
5 Don't wild donkeys bray when their grass is gone? Don't cattle groan when they don't have food!
Njagĩ ya werũ-inĩ-rĩ, nĩyaanagia rĩrĩa ĩrĩ na nyeki ya kũrĩa, kana ndegwa ĩkaania rĩrĩa ĩtuĩrĩirwo?
6 Can something that's tasteless be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Irio itarĩ mũcamo nĩ irĩĩkaga itekĩrĩtwo cumbĩ? Mũruru wa itumbĩ ũrĩa mwerũ-rĩ, nĩ urĩ mũrĩo?
7 I just can't touch any food—even the thought makes me feel sick!
Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
8 Oh, if only I could have what I really want, that God would give me what I most desire—
“Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
9 that God would be willing to crush me to death, that he would just let me die!
naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
10 But it still comforts me to know, making me happy through the never-ending pain, that I have never rejected the words of God.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo no ngĩe na ũndũ wa kũũhooreria, ũndũ wa gĩkeno ruo-inĩ rũrũ rũtarathira, atĩ niĩ ndikaanĩte ciugo cia Ũrĩa Mũtheru.
11 Why should I go on waiting when I don't have the strength? Why should I keep going when I don't know what is going to happen to me?
“Ndĩ na hinya ũrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo njikare ndĩ na mwĩhoko? Ndĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro kĩrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo ngirĩrĩrie?
12 Am I as strong as rock? Am I made out of bronze?
Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
13 How can I help myself now that any chance of success is ripped away from me?
Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
14 Anyone who isn't kind to a friend has given up respecting the Almighty.
“Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
15 My brothers have acted as deceptively as a desert stream, rushing waters in the desert that vanish.
No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
16 The stream floods when it is full of dark ice and melting snow,
rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
17 but in the heat it dries up and disappears, vanishing from where it once was.
no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
18 Camel caravans turn aside to look for water, but don't find any and they die.
Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
19 Caravans from Tema looked, travelers from Sheba were confident,
Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
20 but their hopes were dashed—they came and found nothing.
Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
21 Now you are no help, just like that—you see my trouble and you're afraid.
O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
22 Have I asked you for anything? Have I told you to bribe anyone for me from your wealth?
Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
23 Have I asked you to rescue me from an enemy? Have I told you to save me from my oppressors?
honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
24 Explain this to me, and I'll be quiet. Show me where I'm wrong.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
25 Honest words are painful, but what do your arguments prove?
Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
26 Are you going to argue over what I said, when the words of someone in despair should be left to blow away in the wind?
Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
27 You would play dice to win an orphan; you would bargain away your friend!
Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
28 Look me in the eye and see if I'm lying to your face!
“No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
29 Don't talk like this! Don't be unjust! What I'm saying is right.
Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
30 I'm not telling lies—don't you think I wouldn't know if I was wrong?”
Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
