Proverbs 31
1 THE WORDS OF KING LEMUEL: The prophecie which his mother taught him.
Ĩno nĩyo mĩario ya Mũthamaki Lemueli: nĩ ndũmĩrĩri nditũ ĩrĩa aarutirwo nĩ nyina:
2 What my sonne! and what ye sonne of my wombe! and what, O sonne of my desires!
“Atĩrĩrĩ, wee mũrũ wakwa, ngũkwĩra atĩa, o wee mwana wa nda yakwa, ngũkwĩra atĩa o wee mwana wa mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa,
3 Giue not thy strength vnto women, nor thy wayes, which is to destroy Kings.
atĩrĩ, ndũkanaitange hinya waku na andũ-a-nja, kana ũhe ũhoti waku acio manangaga athamaki.
4 It is not for Kings, O Lemuel, it is not for Kings to drink wine nor for princes strog drinke,
“Atĩrĩrĩ, wee Lemueli, athamaki matiagĩrĩirwo nĩkũnyua ndibei, ti mũtugo wa athamaki kũnyua ndibei, anene matiagĩrĩirwo nĩ kwĩrirĩria njoohi,
5 Lest he drinke and forget the decree, and change the iudgement of all the children of affliction.
nĩgeetha matikanyue mariganĩrwo nĩ ũrĩa watho uugaga, nao magithie arĩa othe ahinyĩrĩrie kĩhooto kĩao.
6 Giue ye strong drinke vnto him that is readie to perish, and wine vnto them that haue griefe of heart.
Heaga arĩa marathira njoohi, na ndibei kũrĩ arĩa marĩ na ruo rũnene rwa ngoro;
7 Let him drinke, that he may forget his pouertie, and remember his miserie no more.
reke manyue mariganĩrwo nĩ ũthĩĩni wao, na matige gũcooka kũririkana kĩeha kĩao.
8 Open thy mouth for the domme in the cause of all the children of destruction.
“Arĩrĩria arĩa matangĩhota kwĩyarĩrĩria, warĩrĩrie kĩhooto kĩa arĩa othe anyamaarĩku.
9 Open thy mouth: iudge righteously, and iudge the afflicted, and the poore.
Maarĩrĩrie, na ũmatuĩre ciira na kĩhooto; rũĩrĩra kĩhooto kĩa arĩa athĩĩni na arĩa abatari.”
10 Who shall finde a vertuous woman? for her price is farre aboue the pearles.
Mũtumia ngatha-rĩ, angĩoneka kũ? Nĩgũkorwo thogora wake nĩũkĩrĩte mũno ũrĩa wa ruru iria ndune.
11 The heart of her husband trusteth in her, and he shall haue no neede of spoyle.
Mũthuuri wake nĩamwĩhokete biũ, na ndarĩ kĩndũ kĩa bata angĩaga.
12 She will doe him good, and not euill all the dayes of her life.
Mũtumia ũcio, matukũ mothe ma muoyo wake, no maũndũ mega ekaga mũthuuriwe, na ndangĩmwĩka ũũru.
13 She seeketh wooll and flaxe, and laboureth cheerefully with her handes.
Ethaga guoya wa ngʼondu na ndigi cia ũguta, agacirutĩra wĩra na kĩyo, na moko make.
14 She is like the shippes of marchants: shee bringeth her foode from afarre.
Ahaana ta marikabu cia wonjoria, tondũ athũgũraga irio ciake kuuma kũraya.
15 And she riseth, whiles it is yet night: and giueth the portion to her houshold, and the ordinarie to her maides.
Okĩraga rũciinĩ kũrĩ o na nduma; akahe andũ a nyũmba yake irio, na akagaĩra ndungata ciake cia airĩtu mawĩra mao.
16 She considereth a field, and getteth it: and with the fruite of her handes she planteth a vineyarde.
Ecũũranagia ũhoro wa mũgũnda mũna, akaũgũra; kuumana na ũthũkũmi wake, ahaandaga mũgũnda wa mĩthabibũ.
17 She girdeth her loynes with strength, and strengtheneth her armes.
Ehotoragĩra wĩra wake erutanĩirie; moko make marĩ hinya wa kwĩrutĩra wĩra.
18 She feeleth that her marchandise is good: her candle is not put out by night.
Nĩatigagĩrĩra atĩ wonjoria wake nĩũrĩ na uumithio, naguo tawa wake ũraaraga ũgĩakana.
19 She putteth her handes to the wherue, and her handes handle the spindle.
Anyiitaga mũtĩ wa kuogotha ndigi na guoko, nakĩo gĩcũni kĩa ndigi agakĩnyiitĩrĩra na ciara ciake.
20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poore, and putteth foorth her hands to the needie.
Nĩataanahagĩra andũ arĩa athĩĩni, nao arĩa abatari akamatambũrũkĩria moko make.
21 She feareth not the snowe for her familie: for all her familie is clothed with skarlet.
Rĩrĩa tharunji yagũa-rĩ, we ndamakaga atĩ nĩĩgũthĩĩnia andũ a nyũmba yake; nĩgũkorwo othe nĩahumbe nguo cia rangi mũtune.
22 She maketh her selfe carpets: fine linen and purple is her garment.
Nĩatumaga indo cia kwara ũrĩrĩ wake; nake ehumbaga nguo cia gatani ĩrĩa njega, na cia rangi wa ndathi.
23 Her husband is knowen in the gates, when he sitteth with the Elders of the land.
Mũthuuri wake nĩaheagwo gĩtĩĩo kĩhingo-inĩ gĩa itũũra inene, harĩa aikaraga marĩ na athuuri a bũrũri.
24 She maketh sheetes, and selleth them, and giueth girdels vnto the marchant.
Mũtumia ũcio nĩatumaga nguo cia gatani agaciendia, na agatwaragĩra onjoria mĩcibi.
25 Strength and honour is her clothing, and in the latter day she shall reioyce.
Hinya na ũtĩĩku nĩcio nguo iria ehumbaga; nĩakenaga ategwĩtigĩra matukũ marĩa magooka.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdome, and the lawe of grace is in her tongue.
Aaragia ciugo cia ũũgĩ, naruo rũrĩmĩ rwake rũrutanaga maũndũ ma ũtugi.
27 She ouerseeth the wayes of her housholde, and eateth not the bread of ydlenes.
Nĩarũmbũyagia maũndũ ma nyũmba yake, na ndarĩĩaga irio atanogeire.
28 Her children rise vp, and call her blessed: her husband also shall prayse her, saying,
Ciana ciake ciarahũkaga, cikoiga arorathimwo; o nake mũthuuri wake nĩamũgaathagĩrĩria, akamwĩra atĩrĩ:
29 Many daughters haue done vertuously: but thou surmountest them all.
“Andũ-a-nja aingĩ manatuĩka ngatha, no wee nĩũmakĩrĩte othe.”
30 Fauour is deceitfull, and beautie is vanitie: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praysed.
Ngoga nĩ cia kũheenania, naguo ũthaka nĩ wa tũhũ; no mũtumia ũrĩa mwĩtigĩri Jehova nĩ wa kũgaathĩrĩrio.
31 Giue her of the fruite of her hands, and let her owne workes prayse her in the gates.
Mũrĩhei mũcaara wa wĩra ũrĩa arutĩte, naguo wĩra wake ũrekwo ũmũgaathĩrĩrie kĩhingo-inĩ gĩa itũũra rĩrĩa inene.
