Job 13
1 “Behold, my eye has seen all, My ear has heard, and it attends to it.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, maitho makwa nĩmonete maũndũ macio mothe, matũ makwa nĩmamaiguĩte na magataũkĩrwo nĩmo.
2 According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.
Ũrĩa mũũĩ o na niĩ nĩnjũũĩ; mũtirĩ oogĩ kũngĩra.
3 Yet I speak for the Mighty One, And I delight to argue for God.
No niĩ ndĩrenda kwaria na Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, na ngerirĩria gũciira na Mũrungu.
4 And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nothing—all of you,
No inyuĩ-rĩ, mũranjigĩrĩra ndeto cia maheeni; inyuothe mũrĩ athondekani a tũhũ!
5 O that you would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Naarĩ korwo mwakira ki! Ũndũ ũcio ũngĩtuĩka ũũgĩ harĩ inyuĩ.
6 Please hear my argument, And attend to the pleadings of my lips,
Na rĩrĩ, thikĩrĩriai kĩhooto gĩakwa; iguai gũthaithana kwa mĩromo yakwa.
7 Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?
Kaĩ mũngĩaria ũũru mũkĩarĩrĩria Mũrungu? Kaĩ mũngĩaria maheeni igũrũ rĩake?
8 Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?
Kaĩ mũngĩmuonia kĩmenyano? Kaĩ mũgũciirĩrĩra Mũrungu?
9 Is [it] good that He searches you, If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?
Angĩmũtuĩria inyuĩ-rĩ, ũndũ ũcio no ũtuĩke mwega? No mũmũheenie ta ũrĩa mũngĩheenia mũndũ?
10 He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.
Ti-itherũ no amũrũithie mũngĩtuĩka a kuonania kĩmenyano na hitho.
11 Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?
Hĩ, riiri wake ndũngĩmũmakia? Mũtingĩnyiitwo nĩ guoya nĩ ũndũ wake?
12 Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, For high places of clay [are] your heights.
Mĩario yanyu ya ũũgĩ nĩ thimo hũthũ o ta mũhu; ihooto cianyu no ta kwĩgitĩra na rĩũmba.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me what will.
“Kirai ki, mũreke njarie; o ũrĩa ndĩrĩona-rĩ, rekei nyone.
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩgũtũma ndĩtoonyie ũgwati-inĩ na ngaiga muoyo wakwa moko-inĩ makwa?
15 Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.
O na angĩnjũraga-rĩ, niĩ nowe ndĩrĩĩhokaga; na ti-itherũ nĩ ngatetera mĩthiĩre yakwa hau mbere yake.
16 Also—He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane do not come before Him.
Ti-itherũ, ũndũ ũyũ noguo ũgaatuĩka wa kũũhonokia, nĩgũkorwo mũndũ ũtooĩ Ngai ndangĩũmĩrĩria gũũka mbere yake!
17 Hear my word diligently, And my declaration with your ears.
Thikĩrĩriai wega ũhoro wakwa; matũ manyu nĩmakĩigue ũrĩa nguuga.
18 Now behold, I have set the cause in order, I have known that I am righteous.
Ti-itherũ nĩhaarĩirie ciira wakwa, na nĩnjũũĩ nĩ nguoneka ndĩ wa kĩhooto.
19 Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Nĩ kũrĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota gũũthitanga? Angĩkorwo nĩ kũrĩ-rĩ, no gũkira ngũkira ngue.
20 Only two things, O God, do with me, Then I am not hidden from Your face:
“Wee Ngai, ta kĩĩhe o maũndũ maya meerĩ, na ndigũcooka gũkwĩhitha:
21 Put Your hand far off from me, And do not let Your terror terrify me.
Atĩrĩ, eheria guoko gwaku, gũikare kũraya na niĩ, na ũtige kũũmakia na imakania ciaku.
22 And You call, and I answer, Or—I speak, and You answer me.
Ningĩ ũnjĩte na nĩngwĩtĩka, kana ũkĩreke njarie, nawe ũnjookerie.
23 How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
Nĩ mahĩtia na mehia maigana niĩ njĩkĩte? Nyonia ihĩtia na rĩĩhia rĩakwa.
24 Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?
Ũraahitha ũthiũ waku nĩkĩ, na ũkandua thũ yaku?
25 Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?
Nĩũngĩnyamaria ithangũ rĩrahurutwo nĩ rũhuho? Nĩũgũtengʼerania na maragara momũ?
26 For You write bitter things against me, And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,
Nĩgũkorwo nĩ wandĩkĩte maũndũ marũrũ ma kũnjũkĩrĩra, na ũkaangaĩra igai rĩa mehia ma ũnini wakwa.
27 And you put my feet in the stocks, And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,
Wohaga magũrũ makwa na mĩnyororo; ũrangagĩra njĩra ciakwa ciothe na ũndũ wa gũcora njoro makinya ma magũrũ makwa.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, A moth has consumed him as a garment.”
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio mũndũ amocaga ta kĩndũ kĩbuthĩte, agathira ta nguo ĩrĩĩtwo nĩ memenyi.
