Job 9
1 Job replied,
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia, akiuga atĩrĩ:
2 “Yes, I know all that! But how can anyone be right before God?
“Ti-itherũ nĩnjũũĩ ũhoro ũcio nĩ wa ma. No rĩrĩ, mũndũ angĩhota atĩa gũkorwo arĩ mũthingu mbere ya Mũrungu?
3 If you wanted to argue with God, God could ask a thousand questions that no-one could answer.
O na korwo mũndũ enda gũkararania na Ngai-rĩ, ndangĩhota kũmũcookeria kĩũria o na kĩmwe harĩ ciũria ngiri.
4 God is so wise and so powerful that no-one could challenge him and win.
Ũũgĩ wake nĩ mũingĩ mũno, na ũhoti wake nĩ mũnene. Nũũ wanaregana nake akĩgaacĩra?
5 God moves the mountains suddenly; he overturns them in his anger.
Eeheragia irĩma itekũmenya, na agacingʼaũrania nĩ kũrakara.
6 He shakes the earth, making its foundations quake.
Athingithagia thĩ ĩkoima handũ hayo, na akainainia itugĩ ciayo.
7 He is the one who can command the sun not to rise and the stars not to shine.
Aathaga riũa rĩkaaga kũratha; nake agiragĩrĩria ũtheri wa njata.
8 He alone is the one who stretches out the heavens and walks on the waves of the sea.
Nĩwe watambũrũkirie igũrũ arĩ o wiki, na athiiaga agĩkinyangaga makũmbĩ ma iria.
9 He made the constellations of the Bear, Orion, the Pleiades, and the stars of the southern sky.
Nĩwe Mũũmbi wa njata iria ciĩtagwo Nduba, na Karaũ, na Kĩrĩmĩra, o na ikundi cia njata cia mwena wa gũthini.
10 He is the one who does incredible things that are beyond our understanding, marvelous things that are uncountable.
Nĩekaga magegania matangĩmenyeka, na akaringa ciama itangĩtarĩka.
11 But when he passes by me, I don't see him; when he moves on, he is invisible to me.
Rĩrĩa aahĩtũkĩra harĩa ndĩ, ndingĩmuona; o na rĩrĩa aathiĩra harĩa ndĩ ndimenyaga.
12 If he takes away, who can prevent him? Who is going to ask him, ‘What are you doing?’
Angĩgutha kĩndũ-rĩ, nũũ ũngĩhota kũmũgiria? Nũũ ũngĩmũũria atĩrĩ, ‘Nĩ atĩa ũreka?’
13 God does not restrain his anger; he crushes Rahab's helpers underfoot.
Ngai ndahingagĩrĩria marakara make; o na arĩa maateithagĩrĩria Rahabu nĩmamũinamagĩrĩra.
14 So how much less could I answer God, or choose my words to argue with him!
“Niĩ-rĩ, ndaakĩhota atĩa kũmũkararia? Ingĩruta kũ ciugo cia kũmũcookeria?
15 Even though I'm right, I can't answer him. I must plead for mercy from my judge.
O na korwo ndihĩtĩtie-rĩ, ndingĩhota kũmũcookeria ũndũ; ũrĩa ingĩĩka no gũthaitha ingĩthaitha Mũnjiirithia anjiguĩre tha.
16 Even if I called him to come and he responded, I don't believe he would listen to me.
O na ingĩamwĩtire nake anjĩtĩke-rĩ, ndingĩĩtĩkia nĩangĩathikĩrĩirie.
17 He pounds me with the winds of a storm; he wounds me time and again, without giving a reason.
We angĩamemendire na kĩhuhũkanio, na aingĩhie ironda ciakwa hatarĩ gĩtũmi.
18 He doesn't give me a chance even to catch my breath; instead he fills my life with bitter suffering.
Ndarekaga njookererwo nĩ mĩhũmũ, no nĩahatagĩrĩria na mathĩĩna.
19 If it's a question of strength, then God is the strongest. If it's a question of justice, then who will set a time for my case?
Korwo no ũhoro wa hinya-rĩ, we arĩ hinya mũno! Na korwo no ũhoro wa ciira wa kĩhooto-rĩ, nũũ ũngĩmwĩta?
20 Even though I am right, my own mouth would condemn me; even though I am innocent, he would prove me wrong.
O na korwo ndiahĩtĩtie-rĩ, kanua gakwa no kandue mũhĩtia; korwo ndiarĩ na ũcuuke-rĩ, nĩkangĩanduire mũhĩtia.
21 I am innocent! I don't care what happens to me. I hate my life!
“O na gũtuĩka ndirĩ na ũcuuke-rĩ, ndikwĩrĩrĩra; muoyo wakwa nĩndĩwagĩire kĩene.
22 That's why I say, ‘It makes no difference to God. He destroys both the innocent and the wicked.’
Ũhoro no ũrĩa ũmwe; nĩkĩo ndĩroiga atĩrĩ, ‘Aniinaga arĩa matarĩ ũcuuke o na akaniina arĩa aaganu.’
23 When disaster strikes suddenly he mocks the despair of the innocent.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ihũũra rĩarehe gĩkuũ kĩa narua, nĩathekagĩrĩra kũũrwo nĩ hinya kwa arĩa matarĩ na mahĩtia.
24 The earth has been handed over to the wicked; he blinds the eyes of the judges—if it's not him who does this, then who is it?
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa bũrũri wagĩa moko-inĩ ma andũ aaganu, nĩahingaga aciirithania maitho. Akorwo ti we-rĩ, nũũ wĩkaga ũguo?
25 The days of my life race by like a runner, rushing past without me seeing any happiness.
“Matukũ makwa marahanyũka gũkĩra mũkinyia-ũhoro; mombũkaga matarĩ na gĩkeno o na kĩnini.
26 They pass by like fast sailing ships, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
Mahĩtũkaga na ihenya mũno ta tũtarũ twa irura, kana ta nderi igũcuuhũkĩra kĩndũ gĩa kũrĩa.
27 If I said to myself, ‘I will forget my complaints; I will stop crying and be happy,’
Ingiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Nĩngũriganĩrwo nĩ mateta makwa, nĩngũtiga gũtukia gĩthiithi, ngene,’
28 I would still be terrified at all my suffering because you, God, will not say I'm innocent.
no ngeetigĩra mĩnyamaro yakwa yothe, nĩgũkorwo nĩnjũũĩ ndũkandua atĩ ndiĩhĩtie.
29 Since I'm condemned, what's the point in arguing?
Kuona atĩ nĩndĩkĩtie gũtuuo mũhĩtia-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ gĩgũtũma ndĩĩnogie tũhũ?
30 Even if I wash myself with pure mountain water and clean my hands with soap,
O na ingĩĩthamba na thabuni, na ndĩĩthambe moko na igata-rĩ,
31 you would toss me into a slime pit so that even my own clothes would hate me!
no ũndikirie irima rĩa gĩcoro nĩgeetha o na nguo ciakwa iithũũre.
32 For God is not a mortal being like me, I can't defend myself or take him to court.
“We ti mũndũ ta niĩ atĩ nĩguo ndĩmũcookerie, nĩguo tũngʼethanĩre igooti-inĩ.
33 If only there was an arbitrator who could bring us both together!
Naarĩ korwo nĩ harĩ mũndũ ũngĩtũiguithania, atũigĩrĩre guoko gwake ithuĩ eerĩ,
34 I wish God would stop beating me with his rod and terrifying me!
mũndũ wa kũnjehereria rũthanju rwa Ngai, nĩgeetha ndigacooke kũmakio nĩ itebeebania rĩake.
35 Then I could speak up without being afraid—but since I am, I can't!”
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩingĩacooka kwaragia itekũmwĩtigĩra, no ũrĩa ndariĩ rĩu-rĩ, ndingĩhota.
