Job 18
1 And Bildad the Shuhite answers and says:
Ningĩ Bilidadi ũrĩa Mũshuhi agĩcookia, akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 “When do you set an end to words? Consider, and afterward we speak.
“Ũrĩĩtiga kwaria mĩario ĩno rĩ? Gĩa na ũũgĩ nĩguo o na ithuĩ tũhote kwaria.
3 Why have we been reckoned as livestock? We have been defiled in your eyes!
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩratũma ũtuone tũhaana ta ngʼombe, na tũgatuuo irimũ maitho-inĩ maku?
4 He is tearing himself in his anger. Is earth forsaken for your sake? And is a rock removed from its place?
Wee ũrehanyũrũra nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ũrakarĩte-rĩ, thĩ no ĩthaamwo nĩ ũndũ waku? Kana no nginya ndwaro cia mahiga cieherio harĩa itũire?
5 Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there does not shine a spark of his fire.
“Tawa wa mũndũ mwaganu nĩmũhorie; rũrĩrĩmbĩ rwa mwaki wake nĩrũtigĩte gwakana.
6 The light has been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
Ũtheri ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wa hema yake ũtuĩkĩte nduma; naguo tawa ũrĩa ũrĩ hakuhĩ nake ũkahora.
7 The steps of his strength are restricted, And his own counsel casts him down.
Hinya wa mũkinyũkĩrie wake nĩmũhũthie; namo mathugunda make makamũgũithia thĩ.
8 For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And he habitually walks on a snare.
Makinya make mamũikagia wabu-inĩ, nake akoorũraga thĩinĩ wa marima mayo.
9 A trap seizes on the heel, The designing prevails over him.
Mũtego ũmũnyiitĩire ndiira-inĩ ya kũgũrũ; mũtego ũgakĩmũrũmia biũ.
10 His cord is hidden in the earth, And his trap on the path.
Ahithĩirwo kĩana kĩa rũrigi tĩĩri-inĩ, akaambĩrwo mũtego njĩra-inĩ yake.
11 Terrors have terrified him all around, And they have scattered him—at his feet.
Imakania imuumagĩrĩra na mĩena yothe, na ikamũtengʼeragia harĩa hothe aagerera.
12 His sorrow is hungry, And calamity is ready at his side.
Mũtino nĩũmũhũũtĩire; mwanangĩko wetereire agwe.
13 It consumes the parts of his skin, Death’s firstborn consumes his parts.
Mũtino ũrĩĩaga icunjĩ cia gĩkonde gĩake; narĩo irigithathi rĩa gĩkuũ rĩgatambuuranga ciĩga ciake.
14 His confidence is drawn from his tent, And it causes him to step to the king of terrors.
Aguucĩtio, akarutwo ũgitĩri-inĩ wa hema yake, na agatwarwo kũrĩ mũthamaki wa imakania.
15 It dwells in his tent—out of his provender, Sulfur is scattered over his habitation.
Mwaki nĩguo ũtũũraga hema-inĩ yake; ũbiriti ũgwakana nĩũhurunjĩtwo gĩikaro gĩake.
16 From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above his crop is cut off.
Mĩri yake yũmagĩra tĩĩri-inĩ, nacio honge ciake ikahooha na igũrũ.
17 His memorial has perished from the land, And he has no name on the street.
Kĩririkano gĩake nĩ gĩgaathira thĩ; ndarĩ rĩĩtwa bũrũri-inĩ.
18 They thrust him from light to darkness, And cast him out from the habitable earth.
Akaarutũrũrwo ũtheri-inĩ atwarwo nduma-inĩ na nĩakaingatwo oime thĩ ĩno.
19 He has no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
Ndarĩ ciana kana njiaro thĩinĩ wa andũ ao, o na ndarĩ mũndũ wake ũgaatigara kũrĩa aatũũraga.
20 At this day, those [in the] west have been astonished, And those [in the] east have taken fright.
Andũ a mwena wa ithũĩro nĩmakagegio nĩ maũndũ marĩa mamũkorete; andũ a mwena wa irathĩro manyiitwo nĩ kĩmako.
21 Only these [are] dwelling places of the perverse, And this [is] the place God has not known.”
Ti-itherũ ũguo nĩguo gĩikaro kĩa mũndũ mwaganu gũkahaana; kũndũ kwa mũndũ ũrĩa ũtooĩ Mũrungu-rĩ, gwake kũhaana ũguo.”
