Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man on earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Githĩ mũndũ ndakoragwo na ũtungata mũritũ gũkũ thĩ? Githĩ matukũ make matihaana o ta ma mũndũ mwandĩke wĩra?
2 As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as an hireling looks for the reward of his work:
O ta ngombo ĩkwĩrirĩria ciĩruru cia hwaĩ-inĩ, o na kana ta mũndũ mwandĩke ũgũthethũkĩra mũcaara wake-rĩ,
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
ũguo nĩguo niĩ ngaĩirwo mĩeri ya tũhũ, na ngatuĩrwo atĩ ũtukũ ndaarage ndĩ na kĩeha.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
Rĩrĩa ndakoma ndĩyũragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩrĩũkĩra rĩ?’ Ũtukũ ũkaraiha, na ngaraara ngĩĩgarũra nginya gũgakĩa.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Mwĩrĩ wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ igunyũ na ngũcĩ, nakĩo gĩkonde gĩakwa gĩatũkangĩte na gĩgatogota.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
“Matukũ makwa maraathira na ihenya rĩkĩrĩte rĩa kanyamũ karĩa gakonjithanagia uuthi ngoora ĩgĩtumwo, magagĩkinya mũthia itarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro.
7 O remember that my life is wind: my eye shall no more see good.
Wee Ngai-rĩ, ririkana atĩ muoyo wakwa no ta mĩhũmũ; namo maitho makwa matigacooka kuona ũndũ mwega rĩngĩ.
8 The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are on me, and I am not.
Riitho rĩrĩa rĩranyona rĩtigacooka kũnyona rĩngĩ; mũkaanjaria, no ndigakorwo ho.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
O ta ũrĩa itu rĩthiiaga rĩkabuĩria, ũguo noguo ũrĩa ũthiiaga mbĩrĩra-inĩ atacookaga kuoneka. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Ndagacooka kũinũka gwake mũciĩ; harĩa aaikaraga ndagacooka kuonwo ho.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio-rĩ, ndigũkira; ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa roho wakwa ũrĩ na ruo, ndĩtetere nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that you set a watch over me?
Niĩ-rĩ, ndĩ iria rĩa maaĩ, kana nyamũ ĩrĩa nene ĩtũũraga iria thĩinĩ kũrĩa kũriku, atĩ nĩkĩo nangagĩrwo?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
Rĩrĩa ngwĩciiria ũrĩrĩ wakwa nĩguo ũkũũhooreria, na atĩ gĩtanda gĩakwa no kĩĩniinĩre gũteta-rĩ,
14 Then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
o na hĩndĩ ĩyo ũũmakagia na irooto, o na ũkanjiguithia guoya na cioneki,
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngathuura kaba gũitwo, na gĩkuũ, handũ ha gũikara na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wakwa.
16 I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Nĩthũire muoyo wakwa; ndikwenda gũtũũra nginya tene. Tigana na niĩ tondũ matukũ makwa no ma tũhũ.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him? and that you should set your heart on him?
“Mũndũ-rĩ, akĩrĩ kĩ, tondũ ũmwĩkĩrĩire ũguo, na ũkamũrũmbũyia mũno ũguo,
18 And that you should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
atĩ ũmũthuthuuragia ngoro o rũciinĩ, na ũkamũgeragia mahinda mothe?
19 How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Kaĩ gũtarĩ hĩndĩ ũgaatiga gũikara ũndorete, kana ũtigane na niĩ o na kahinda kanini?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do to you, O you preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
Angĩkorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie-rĩ, nĩ atĩa niĩ ngwĩkĩte, Wee mũrori wa andũ? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũnjorote? Kaĩ nduĩkĩte mũrigo harĩwe?
21 And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiria ũnjohere mahĩtia makwa na ũndekere mehia makwa? Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ hakuhĩ gũkoma tĩĩri-inĩ; nawe nĩũkanjaria no ndigakorwo ho.”
