Ecclesiastes 10
1 Dead flies cause to stinke, and putrifie the ointment of the apoticarie: so doeth a litle follie him that is in estimation for wisedome, and for glorie.
O ta ũrĩa ngi nguũ itũmaga maguta manungi wega magĩe na kĩheera kĩuru-rĩ, noguo ũkĩĩgu mũnini ũkomagĩrĩria ũũgĩ na gĩtĩĩo.
2 The heart of a wise man is at his right hand: but the heart of a foole is at his left hand.
Ngoro ya mũndũ ũrĩa mũũgĩ yerekagĩra mwena wa ũrĩo, no ngoro ya mũndũ mũkĩĩgu ĩkeerekera mwena wa ũmotho.
3 And also when the foole goeth by the way, his heart faileth, and he telleth vnto all that he is a foole.
O na rĩrĩa egũthiĩ na njĩra, mũndũ mũkĩĩgu nĩoragwo nĩ meciiria make, na akoonia mũndũ o wothe ũrĩa arĩ mũkĩĩgu.
4 If the spirite of him that ruleth, rise vp against thee, leaue not thy place: for gentlenes pacifieth great sinnes.
Marakara ma mũndũ ũrĩa wathanaga mangĩarahũka igũrũ rĩaku, ndũkoime harĩa ũrĩ; ũhooreri no ũhoorerie mahĩtia manene.
5 There is an euil that I haue seene vnder the sunne, as an errour that proceedeth from the face of him that ruleth.
Nĩ harĩ ũndũ mũũru nyonete gũkũ thĩ kwaraga riũa, na nĩ ihĩtia rĩrĩa riumanaga na mwathi wa andũ:
6 Follie is set in great excellencie, and the riche set in the lowe place.
Atĩ andũ arĩa akĩĩgu nĩmatũũgagĩrio mũno, nao andũ arĩa itonga makanyiihio.
7 I haue seene seruants on horses, and princes walking as seruants on the ground.
Nĩnyonete ngombo igĩthiĩ ihaicĩte mbarathi, nao ariũ a athamaki magathiĩ na magũrũ ta ngombo.
8 He that diggeth a pit, shall fal into it, and he that breaketh the hedge, a serpent shall bite him.
Mũndũ ũrĩa wenjaga irima-rĩ, nĩwe ũkaarĩgũa; nake ũrĩa ũtharagia rũthingo nĩkũrũmwo akaarũmwo nĩ nyoka.
9 He that remooueth stones, shall hurt himselfe thereby, and hee that cutteth wood, shall be in danger thereby.
Mũndũ ũrĩa wenjaga mahiga no agerwo ngero nĩmo; nake ũrĩa watũraga ngũ no imũrehere ũgwati.
10 If the yron be blunt, and one hath not whet the edge, he must then put to more strength: but the excellencie to direct a thing is wisedome.
Ithanwa rĩngĩtuuha na rĩage kũnoorwo-rĩ, mũndũ nĩatũmagĩra hinya mũingĩ, no ũũgĩ wa wĩra ũrehaga ũhootani.
11 If the serpent bite, when he is not charmed: no better is a babbler.
Nyoka ĩngĩrũma mũndũ ĩtanathuuthĩrwo ĩhoorere-rĩ, hatirĩ bata kũrĩ mũmĩthuuthĩri.
12 The words of ye mouth of a wise man haue grace: but the lippes of a foole deuoure himselfe.
Ciugo cia kanua ka mũndũ mũũgĩ nĩ cia ũtugi, no mũndũ mũkĩĩgu aniinagwo nĩ mĩromo yake mwene.
13 The beginning of the wordes of his mouth is foolishnesse, and the latter ende of his mouth is wicked madnesse.
Kĩambĩrĩria-inĩ ciugo ciake nĩ cia ũrimũ; na kĩrĩkĩrĩro-inĩ nĩ cia ũgũrũki mũtheri:
14 For the foole multiplieth woordes, saying, Man knoweth not what shall be: and who can tell him what shall be after him?
nake mũndũ mũkĩĩgu no ciugo aingĩhagia. Gũtirĩ mũndũ ũũĩ ũrĩa gũkaahaana, ningĩ nũũ ũngĩmwĩra ũhoro wa maũndũ marĩa mageekĩka thuutha wake?
15 The labour of the foolish doeth wearie him: for he knoweth not to goe into the citie.
Wĩra wa mũndũ mũkĩĩgu nĩũmũnogagia; we ndamenyaga njĩra ya gũthiĩ itũũra-inĩ.
16 Woe to thee, O lande, when thy King is a childe, and thy princes eate in the morning.
Bũrũri ũrĩa mũthamaki wakuo aarĩ ndungata, na anene akuo marokagĩra kũrĩa o rũciinĩ kaĩ ũrĩ na haaro-ĩ!
17 Blessed art thou, O land, when thy King is the sonne of nobles, and thy princes eate in time, for strength and not for drunkennesse.
Kũrathimwo-rĩ, nĩwe bũrũri ũrĩa mũthamaki waku aaciarĩtwo arĩ mũndũ wa gũtĩĩka, na ũrĩa ariũ ake marĩĩaga irio ihinda rĩrĩa rĩagĩrĩire: nĩgeetha magĩe na hinya, na makanyua, no ti geetha marĩĩo.
18 By slouthfulnes the roofe of the house goeth to decaie, and by the ydlenesse of the handes the house droppeth through.
Mũndũ angĩkorwo arĩ kĩgũũta, mĩitĩrĩro ya nyũmba yake nĩĩhocagĩrĩra; namo moko make mangĩregera, nyũmba no yure.
19 They prepare bread for laughter, and wine comforteth the liuing, but siluer answereth to all.
Iruga rĩrugagwo nĩguo andũ makene, nayo ndibei ĩkenagia muoyo, no mbeeca nĩcio ihingagia maũndũ mothe.
20 Curse not the King, no not in thy thought, neither curse the rich in thy bed chamber: for the foule of the heauen shall carie the voice, and that which hath wings, shall declare the matter.
Ndũkanarume mũthamaki, o na meciiria-inĩ maku, na ndũkanacuuke gĩtonga ũrĩ nyũmba yaku ya thĩinĩ, tondũ nyoni ya rĩera-inĩ no ĩtware ciugo ciaku, o na kana ĩrĩa ĩrĩ mathagu ĩheane ũhoro ũcio warĩtie.
