Judges 16
1 Samson went to Gaza. There he saw a prostitute and he went to have sex with her that night.
Mũthenya ũmwe Samusoni nĩathiire Gaza, akĩona mũmaraya kuo. Agĩtoonya gwake nĩguo akome nake.
2 The men of Gaza found out Samson was there, so they gathered to spend the night lying in wait for him at the town gates. They kept quiet all night, whispering to one another, “We'll kill him when it gets light.”
Andũ a Gaza makĩĩrwo atĩrĩ, “Samusoni arĩ gũkũ!” Nĩ ũndũ ũcio magĩthiũrũrũkĩria handũ hau, makĩraara mamuohetie ũtukũ wothe kĩhingo-inĩ gĩa itũũra rĩu inene. Nao matiigana kwehera ho ũtukũ ũcio, nĩ ũndũ moigĩte atĩrĩ, “Rũciinĩ gwakĩa, nĩtũkaamũũraga.”
3 But Samson only stayed until halfway through the night. He grabbed hold of the town gates along with their two posts and ripped them up, along with the lock-bar. Putting them on his shoulders, he carried them to the hill opposite Hebron.
Nowe Samusoni aakomire kuo nginya ũtukũ gatagatĩ. Agĩcooka agĩũkĩra akĩnyiita mĩrango ya kĩhingo gĩa itũũra rĩu inene, hamwe na itugĩ ciayo cierĩ, agĩcimunyanĩria na igera ciothe. Agĩciigĩrĩra ciande, agĩcitwara kĩrĩma-igũrũ kĩrĩa kĩngʼetheire Hebironi.
4 Later he fell in love with a woman named Delilah living in the Sorek Valley.
Thuutha ũcio, nĩagĩire ũrata na mũndũ-wa-nja kũu gĩtuamba-inĩ gĩa Soreki na rĩĩtwa rĩake eetagwo Delila.
5 The Philistine leaders approached her, saying, “See if you can seduce him and get him to show you the secret of his incredible strength, and find out how we can overpower him and tie him up so he can't do anything. We'll all give you eleven hundred shekels of silver each.”
Nao aathani a Afilisti magĩthiĩ kũrĩ we, makĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Rora kana wahota kũmũheenereria, akwĩre hitho ya hinya ũcio wake mũnene, na ũrĩa tũngĩmũkĩria hinya nĩguo tũmuohe, tũmũtoorie. O ũmwe witũ nĩagakũhe cekeri ngiri ĩmwe na igana rĩmwe cia betha.”
6 Delilah went and pleaded with Samson, “Please tell me where your incredible strength comes from, and what can be used to tie you up so you can't do anything.”
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio Delila akĩĩra Samusoni atĩrĩ, “Njĩĩra hitho ya hinya waku mũnene, na ũrĩa ũngĩohwo na ũtoorio.”
7 “If I'm tied up with seven supple bowstrings that haven't dried out, I'll become just as weak,” Samson told her.
Nake Samusoni akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ angĩĩnjoha na nga mũgwanja cia mwogothano itarĩ nyũmithie-rĩ, niĩ ngwaga hinya nduĩke o ta mũndũ ũngĩ o wothe.”
8 The Philistine leaders brought her seven supple bowstrings that hadn't dried out, and she tied him up with them.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo aathani a Afilisti makĩmũrehere nga mũgwanja iria itaarĩ nyũmithie, nake akĩmuoha nacio.
9 Having arranged for men to hide in her bedroom ready to attack him, she shouted out, “Samson, the Philistines are here to get you!” But he snapped the bowstrings like a thread snaps when a flame touches it. So nobody found out where his strength came from.
Nao andũ mehithĩte thĩinĩ wa nyũmba-rĩ, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Samusoni, ũrĩ mũkore nĩ Afilisti!” Nowe agĩtuanga nga icio na ũhũthũ o ta ũrĩa rũrigi rũtuĩkaga rwahutia rũrĩrĩmbĩ rwa mwaki. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio hitho ya hinya wake ndĩamenyekire.
10 Later Delilah said to Samson, “You've made me look stupid, telling me these lies! So now please tell me what can be used to tie you up.”
Nake Delila akĩĩra Samusoni atĩrĩ, “Nĩũnduĩte mũndũ mũkĩĩgu; ũkaheenia. Ndagũthaitha njĩĩra kĩrĩa ũngĩohwo nakĩo.”
11 “If I'm tied up tight with new ropes that haven't been used before, I'll become just as weak as anyone else,” he told her.
Nake akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ angĩnjoha wega na mĩhĩndo mĩerũ ĩtarĩ yahũthĩrwo, nĩngwaga hinya nduĩke o ta mũndũ ũngĩ o wothe.”
12 So Delilah got some new ropes and tied him up with them. She shouted out, “Samson, the Philistines are here to get you!” As before, men were hiding in her bedroom. But again Samson snapped the ropes from his arms as if they were thin threads.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio Delila akĩoya mĩhĩndo mĩerũ na akĩmuoha nayo. Hĩndĩ ĩyo, andũ mehithĩte nyũmba thĩinĩ-rĩ, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Samusoni, ũrĩ mũkore nĩ Afilisti!” Nowe agĩtuanga mĩhĩndo ĩyo kuuma moko-inĩ make o ta ũrĩa angĩtuanga uthi.
13 Delilah said to Samson, “You keep on making me look stupid, telling me these lies! Just tell me what can be used to tie you up!” “If you were to weave the seven braids of my hair into the web on the loom and tighten it with the pin, I'll become as weak as anyone else,” he told her. So while he was asleep, Delilah took the seven braids of his head, weaving them into the web,
Delila agĩcooka akĩĩra Samusoni atĩrĩ, “Nginya rĩu ũkoretwo ũkĩndua mũndũ mũkĩĩgu, ũkaaheenia. Njĩĩra kĩrĩa ũngĩohwo nakĩo.” Nake agĩcookia atĩrĩ, “Ũngĩogotha makundo maya mũgwanja ma njuĩrĩ ya mũtwe wakwa ndigi-inĩ, ũciigĩrĩre mũtambo-inĩ wa gũtuma taama na ũcirũmie na higĩ, niĩ nĩngwaga hinya nduĩke o ta mũndũ ũngĩ o wothe.” Nĩ ũndũ ũcio rĩrĩa aakomete-rĩ, Delila akĩoya makundo mũgwanja ma njuĩrĩ cia mũtwe wake, agĩciogothania na ndigi,
14 and tightening the pin. She shouted out, “Samson, the Philistines are here to get you!” But Samson woke up and ripped out both the pin and the web from the loom.
na agĩcirũmia na higĩ. Agĩcooka akĩmwĩta o rĩngĩ, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Samusoni, ũrĩ mũkore nĩ Afilisti!” Nake Samusoni akĩarahũka toro, na akĩguucia higĩ ĩyo, o na mũtambo ũrĩa warĩ na ndigi.
15 Then Delilah complained to Samson, “How can you tell me, ‘I love you,’ when you don't let me into your confidence? Three times you've me look stupid, not telling me where your incredible strength comes from!”
Agĩcooka akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Wahota atĩa kuuga atĩ nĩũnyendete, rĩrĩa ũtangĩĩhoka? Rĩrĩ nĩ riita rĩa gatatũ ũnduĩte mũndũ mũkĩĩgu, na ndũrĩ wanjĩĩra hitho ya hinya ũcio waku mũnene.”
16 She nagged and complained all the time, pestering him until he wanted to die.
Nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa aamũgiaga na akamũtindĩrĩra mũthenya o mũthenya, akĩmũnogia o nginya hakuhĩ gũkua.
17 Eventually Samson confided in her, sharing everything. “My hair has never been cut, because I've been dedicated as a Nazirite to God from my birth. If I'm shaved, my strength will leave me, and I'll become as weak as anyone else.”
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio Samusoni akĩmwĩra maũndũ mothe. Akiuga atĩrĩ, “Mũtwe ũyũ wakwa ndũrĩ wenjwo nĩ ũndũ-rĩ, niĩ ndũire ndĩ Mũnaziri wamũrĩirwo Ngai kuuma rĩrĩa ndaciarirwo. Ingĩenjwo-rĩ, hinya wakwa no ũnjeherere, na njage hinya nduĩke o ta mũndũ ũngĩ o wothe.”
18 Delilah realized that he had truly confided in her and shared everything, she sent a message to the Philistine leaders telling them, “Come back once more, because this time he's confided in me and told me everything.” So the Philistine leaders returned, bringing with them the money to give to her.
Na rĩrĩa Delila aamenyire atĩ nĩamwĩra maũndũ make mothe, agĩtũmanĩra aathani a Afilisti akĩmeera atĩrĩ, “Cookai riita rĩngĩ rĩmwe, nĩ ũndũ nĩanjĩĩrĩte maũndũ mothe.” Nĩ ũndũ ũcio aathani acio a Afilisti magĩcooka makuuĩte betha na moko.
19 Delilah soothed him sleep on her lap, and then called in someone to shave off the seven braids of hair. She started to torment him but he couldn't do anything for his strength left him.
Nake Delila agĩtũma Samusoni akome ciero-inĩ ciake, agĩĩta mũndũ ũmwe amwenje makundo mothe mũgwanja ma njuĩrĩ yake, nao makĩambĩrĩria kũmũtooria. Naguo hinya wake ũkĩmuuma.
20 She shouted out, “Samson, the Philistines are here to get you!” Samson woke up and thought to himself, “I'll do like before and shake myself free.” But he didn't know that the Lord had left him.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Samusoni, ũrĩ mũkore nĩ Afilisti!” Nake agĩũkĩra kuuma toro, agĩĩciiria atĩrĩ, “Nĩnguuma nja o ta tene na ndĩĩribaribe, ndĩĩohore.” No rĩrĩ, ndaamenyete atĩ Jehova nĩamwehereire.
21 The Philistines grabbed him and gouged out his eyes. Then they took him to Gaza where they imprisoned him in bronze chains. He was made to work grinding grain at the mill in the prison.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo Afilisti makĩmũnyiita na hinya, makĩmũkũũra maitho na makĩmũikũrũkia Gaza. Makĩmuoha na mĩnyororo ya gĩcango, na makĩmũiga athĩage ngano arĩ kũu njeera.
22 But his hair began to grow back after it had been shaved off.
No rĩrĩ, njuĩrĩ ya mũtwe wake ĩkĩambĩrĩria gũkũra rĩngĩ, thuutha wa kwenjwo.
23 The Philistine leaders gathered for a great religious festival to sacrifice to their god Dagon and to celebrate, saying, “Our god has handed Samson our enemy over to us!”
Na rĩrĩ, aathani a Afilisti makĩũngana nĩguo marutĩre Dagoni ngai yao igongona inene na makũngũĩre, makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Ngai iitũ nĩĩneanĩte Samusoni thũ iitũ, moko-inĩ maitũ.”
24 When the people saw him, they praised their god, and said, “Our god has handed our enemy over to us, the one who devastated our land and killed so many of us.”
Rĩrĩa andũ maamuonire, makĩgooca ngai ĩyo yao makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Ngai iitũ nĩĩneanĩte thũ iitũ moko-inĩ maitũ, thũ ĩrĩa yathũkangirie bũrũri witũ na ĩkĩũraga andũ aitũ aingĩ.”
25 As they began to get drunk, they shouted, “Summon Samson so he can entertain us!” So they summoned Samson from the prison to entertain them, and made him stand between the two main pillars of the building.
Na rĩrĩa ngoro ciao ciacanjamũkĩte, makĩanĩrĩra makiuga atĩrĩ, “Rehei Samusoni nĩguo oke atũkenie.” Nĩ ũndũ ũcio makĩruta Samusoni njeera, nake agĩĩka maũndũ ma mathekania. Rĩrĩa maamũrũgamirie gatagatĩ-inĩ ga itugĩ-rĩ,
26 Samson said to the servant boy who was leading him by the hand, “Leave me by the pillars on which the temple rests so I can feel them, and lean against them.”
Samusoni akĩĩra ndungata ĩrĩa yamũnyiitĩte guoko atĩrĩ, “Njiga harĩa ingĩhota kũhutia itugĩ iria inyiitĩrĩire hekarũ, nĩgeetha ndĩtiiranie nacio.”
27 The temple was full of people. All the Philistine rulers were there, and on the roof were the ordinary people watching what Samson was doing.
Na rĩrĩ, hekarũ ĩyo yaiyũrĩte arũme na andũ-a-nja; na aathani othe a Afilisti maarĩ kuo, na nyũmba igũrũ kwarĩ na arũme na andũ-a-nja ta ngiri ithatũ meroreire Samusoni agĩĩka maũndũ ma kũmakenia.
28 Samson called out to the Lord, “Lord God, please remember me and give me strength. Please God, do this just once more, so that with one act I may pay the Philistines back in revenge for the loss of my two eyes.”
Samusoni akĩhooya Jehova, akiuga atĩrĩ, “Wee Mwathani Jehova, ndirikana. Wee Ngai, ndagũthaitha ũnjĩkĩre hinya o ihinda rĩngĩ rĩmwe, na ũreke ndĩĩrĩhĩrie kũrĩ Afilisti na igũtha rĩmwe nĩ ũndũ wa maitho makwa meerĩ.”
29 Samson reached for the two middle pillars that supported the temple. With his right hand leaning on one pillar and his left hand on the other,
Hĩndĩ ĩyo Samusoni akĩnyiita itugĩ icio cierĩ cia gatagatĩ iria ciarũgamĩtie hekarũ ĩyo. Agĩĩtiirania nacio, kĩmwe agĩkĩnyiita na guoko gwake kwa ũrĩo na kĩrĩa kĩngĩ na guoko gwake kwa ũmotho,
30 Samson shouted, “Let me die with the Philistines!” and he pushed with all his strength. The temple collapsed on the rulers and all the people in it. So those killed at his death were more than he killed in his life.
Samusoni akiuga atĩrĩ, “Reke ngue hamwe na Afilisti!” Agĩcooka agĩcitindĩka na hinya wake wothe, nayo hekarũ ĩkĩgwĩra aathani acio hamwe na andũ othe arĩa maarĩ thĩinĩ wayo. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio akĩũraga andũ aingĩ agĩkua gũkĩra arĩa ooragire arĩ muoyo.
31 Then his brothers and his whole family came and took him back and buried him between Zorah and Eshtaol in the tomb of Manoah his father. He led Israel as judge for twenty years.
Nao ariũ a ithe na nyũmba yothe ya ithe magĩikũrũka makamũgĩĩre. Makĩmũkuua makĩmũinũkia na makĩmũthika gatagatĩ ga Zora na Eshitaoli mbĩrĩra-inĩ ya ithe Manoa. Nake aatirĩrĩire Isiraeli mĩaka mĩrongo ĩĩrĩ.
