Job 3
1 After this time Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
Thuutha wa matukũ macio, Ayubu agĩtumũra kanua, akĩruma mũthenya ũrĩa aaciarirwo.
2 And Job commenced, and said,
Akiuga atĩrĩ:
3 Oh that the day whereon I was born might perish, and the night when it was said, There hath been a male child conceived.
“Mũthenya ũrĩa niĩ ndaciarirwo ũroora, o na ũtukũ ũcio kwerirwo atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtumia nĩaciara mwana wa kahĩĩ!’
4 May that day be [covered with] darkness; may not God from above inquire for it, and may no light beam upon it.
Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, ũrotuĩka o nduma; Ngai arĩ igũrũ aroaga kũũrũmbũiya; mũthenya ũcio ũroaga gũthererwo nĩ ũtheri.
5 Oh that darkness and the shadow of death might defile it; may a cloud rest upon it; may the blackness of the day terrify it.
Mũthenya ũcio ũrokĩĩnyiitĩrwo nĩ nduma nene na kĩĩruru gĩa gĩkuũ; ũrohumbĩrwo nĩ itu; nduma ĩrotooria ũtheri waguo.
6 Yon night — let darkness seize upon it; let it not be united to the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the [periods lighted by the] moon.
Ũtukũ ũcio-rĩ, ũronyiitwo nĩ nduma ndumanu; ũroaga gũtaranĩrio na mĩthenya ĩrĩa ĩngĩ ya mwaka, o na kana ũtarwo harĩ mweri o na ũrĩkũ.
7 Lo, may that night be solitary, let no song of joy occur thereon.
Ũtukũ ũcio ũrothaata; o na gũtikanoigwo ngemi ũtukũ ũcio.
8 Let those denounce it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning cry.
Arĩa marumaga mĩthenya maroruma mũthenya ũcio, o acio moĩ kwarahũra nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; let it hope for light, and there be none; and let it not behold the eyelids of the morning-dawn;
Njata ciaguo cia rũciinĩ irotuĩka nduma; ũroeterera ũtheri na wage kũwona, o na ũroaga kuona ruoro rũgĩtema,
10 Because God closed not against me the doors of the womb, and thus concealed trouble from my eyes.
nĩ ũndũ ndũigana kũhinga mĩrango ya nda ya maitũ, na ndũigana kũgirĩrĩria maitho makwa kuona thĩĩna.
11 Why did I not die [the moment I issued] from the womb, and [why] was I not born merely to perish at once?
“Ndaagire gũkua ngĩciarwo nĩkĩ? Ndaagire gũkua ngiuma nda nĩkĩ?
12 Wherefore were knees ready to receive me? and for what purpose were breasts there that I might suck?
Ndaamũkĩrirwo maru-inĩ nĩkĩ? Ndaamũkĩrirwo nyondo-inĩ atĩ nĩguo nyongithio nĩkĩ?
13 For now should I be lying still and be quiet; I should sleep: then would I be at rest,
Nĩgũkorwo rĩu ingĩkomete ndĩ na thayũ; rĩu ingĩrĩ toro hurũkĩte
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build up ruined places for themselves;
hamwe na athamaki na aheani kĩrĩra a gũkũ thĩ arĩa meeyakĩire kũndũ kũrĩa kwanangĩku rĩngĩ,
15 Or with princes possessing gold, who fill their houses with silver;
o hamwe na aathani arĩa maarĩ na thahabu, o arĩa maiyũrĩtie nyũmba ciao betha.
16 Or as an untimely birth, hidden [from view] I should not exist; as infants that never have seen the light;
Ningĩ-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ kĩagiririe thikwo tĩĩri-inĩ ta kĩhuno o na kana ta gakenge karĩa gatoonire ũtheri wa riũa?
17 There [where] the wicked cease from troubling; and where the exhausted weary are at rest;
Kũu andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmatigĩte kũnyamarĩka, na kũu arĩa anogu nĩmahurũkĩte.
18 [Where] the prisoners repose together, [and] they hear no more the taskmaster's voice.
Kũu-rĩ, mĩgwate o nayo nĩĩkenagĩra kwaraha kwayo; nĩĩtigĩte kũigua kĩgũthũko kĩa nyabaara ya ngombo.
19 The small with the great is there, and the servant free from his master.
Andũ arĩa anini na arĩa anene othe marĩ kuo, nayo ngombo nĩĩrekereirio kuuma kũrĩ mũmĩathi.
20 Wherefore giveth He now light to the labor-laden, and life unto the bitter in soul?
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga andũ arĩa marĩ na mĩnyamaro maheo ũtheri, naguo muoyo ũkaheo arĩa marĩ na ruo rwa ngoro,
21 Who wait for death, which [cometh] not; and who dig for it sooner than for hidden treasures;
o acio meriragĩria gĩkuũ na gĩtingĩũka, o arĩa magĩcaragia gũkĩra kĩndũ kĩa goro kĩrĩa kĩhithe,
22 Who would rejoice even to exulting, who would be glad could they but find a grave?
acio maiyũragwo nĩ gĩkeno magakena maakinya mbĩrĩra?
23 [Why is light given] to a man whose way is hidden, and around whom God hath placed a fence?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga muoyo ũheo mũndũ ũũrĩte njĩra, o ũcio mũhingĩrĩrie nĩ Ngai?
24 For before my food cometh my groaning, and like the water are poured forth my loud complaints.
Nĩ ũndũ handũ ha ndĩe irio, no kuumwo nyumagwo nĩ ngoro; nakuo gũcaaya gwakwa gũitĩkaga ta maaĩ.
25 Because what I greatly dreaded is come upon me, and what I apprehended is come unto me.
Ũndũ ũrĩa ndeetigagĩra nĩũngorete; ũndũ ũrĩa wamakagia mũno nĩguo ũnginyĩrĩire.
26 I have had no safety, and no quiet, and no rest; and [now] harrowing trouble is come.
Ndionaga thayũ, o na kana ngahoorera; ndionaga ũhurũko, no mĩnyamaro.”
