Job 20
1 And Zophar the Naamathite answers and says:
Nake Zofaru ũrĩa Mũnaamathi agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 “Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
“Meciiria makwa nĩ mathĩĩnĩku, na nĩkĩo ngũcookia, nĩ ũndũ nĩndangĩkĩte mũno.
3 I hear the discipline of my shame, And the spirit of my understanding causes me to answer:
Ndĩraigua irũithia rĩa kũnjonorithia, naguo ũmenyo wakwa nĩũranjĩkĩra hinya wa gũcookia.
4 Have you known this from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
“Ti-itherũ nĩũũĩ ũrĩa gũtũire kuuma tene rĩrĩa mũndũ aigirwo gũkũ thĩ ĩno,
5 That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
atĩ kũrũũhia kwa arĩa aaganu no gwa kahinda, o nakĩo gĩkeno kĩa andũ arĩa matooĩ Ngai no gĩa kahinda kanini.
6 Though his excellence goes up to the heavens, He strikes his head against a cloud—
O na gũtuĩka mwĩtĩĩo wake nĩ ũkinyaga o igũrũ, naguo mũtwe wake ũkahutia matu-rĩ,
7 He perishes as his own dung forever, His beholders say, Where [is] he?
agaathira nginya tene o ta mai make mwene; arĩa manamuona mooragie atĩrĩ, ‘Kaĩ aathiire kũ?’
8 He flees as a dream, and they do not find him, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
Airagĩria ta kĩroto, akaaga kuoneka rĩngĩ, akaingatwo ta kĩoneki kĩa ũtukũ.
9 The eye has not seen him, and does not add. And his place does not behold him again.
Riitho rĩrĩa rĩamuonaga rĩtikamuona rĩngĩ; harĩa aaikaraga hatikamuona rĩngĩ.
10 His sons oppress the poor, And his hands give back his wealth.
Ciana ciake ikaageragia kwĩiguithania na athĩĩni; moko make mwene no nginya magaacookia ũtonga wake kũrĩa aaũrutire.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, and it lies down with him on the dust.
Hinya wa wĩthĩ ũrĩa ũiyũrĩte mahĩndĩ-inĩ make ũgaakoma hamwe nake rũkũngũ-inĩ.
12 Though he sweetens evil in his mouth, hides it under his tongue,
“O na gũtuĩka ũũru ũrĩ mũrĩo ũrĩ kanua gake, na nĩaũhithaga rungu rwa rũrĩmĩ rwake,
13 has pity on it, and does not forsake it, and keeps it back in the midst of his palate,
o na gũtuĩka ndangĩhota kũũrekia na aũigaga kanua gake-rĩ,
14 his food is turned in his bowels, the bitterness of cobras [is] in his heart.
irio ciake nĩikarũra irĩ nda yake; igaatuĩka ũrũrũ wa nduĩra thĩinĩ wake.
15 He has swallowed wealth, and vomits it. God drives it out from his belly.
Nĩagatahĩka ũtonga ũrĩa ameretie; Mũrungu nĩagatũma aũtahĩke.
16 He sucks [the] gall of cobras, the tongue of a viper slays him.
Nĩakoonga thumu wa nyoka; magego ma nyoka nĩmo makaamũũraga.
17 He does not look on streams, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
Ndagakenera tũrũũĩ, njũũĩ iria ithereraga ũũkĩ na ngorono.
18 He is giving back [what] he labored for, and does not consume [it]; As a bulwark [is] his exchange, and he does not exult.
Kĩndũ kĩrĩa anogeire no nginya agagĩcookia atakĩrĩte; ndagakenera uumithio wa wonjoria wake.
19 For he oppressed—he forsook the poor, He has taken a house away violently, And he does not build it.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩahinyĩrĩirie athĩĩni, akamatiga matarĩ na kĩndũ; nĩatunyanĩte nyũmba iria ataakire.
20 For he has not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he does not deliver himself.
“Ti-itherũ merirĩria make matingĩthira; ndangĩĩhonokia na indo iria eigĩire.
21 There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good does not stay.
Gũtirĩ kĩndũ atigĩirio gĩa kũrĩa; ũtonga wake ndũgatũũra.
22 In the fullness of his sufficiency he is constricted. Every perverse hand meets him.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa aiganĩire nĩ ũndũ wa kũingĩhia indo, mĩnyamaro nĩĩkamũnyiita; ũkĩa nĩũkamũkora na nditi nene.
23 It comes to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sends forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Indeed, He rains on him in his eating.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa aiyũrĩtie nda yake-rĩ, nĩguo Ngai akaarekereria marakara make mahiũ mamũkore na amuurĩrie mahũũra make.
24 He flees from an iron weapon, A bow of bronze passes through him.
O na angĩũrĩra indo cia mbaara cia kĩgera, akaarathwo na mũguĩ wa gĩcango.
25 One has drawn, And it comes out from the body, And a glittering weapon proceeds from his gall. Terrors [are] on him.
Aũcomoraga kuuma ngʼongʼo wake, mũtheece ũcio mũkengu akaũcomora kuuma ini-inĩ rĩake. Imakania nĩikamũkorerera;
26 All darkness is hid for his treasures, A fire not blown consumes him, The remnant is broken in his tent.
nduma nene nĩyetereire igĩĩna ciake. Mwaki ũtarĩ mũhurutĩre nĩũkamũcina, na ũniine kĩrĩa gĩtigaire thĩinĩ wa hema yake.
27 The heavens reveal his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
Igũrũ nĩrĩkaguũria wĩhia wake; thĩ nayo nĩĩkarahũka ĩmũũkĩrĩre.
28 The increase of his house is removed, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
Kĩguũ nĩgĩgathereria nyũmba yake, indo cia nyũmba yake ithererio nĩ kĩguũ mũthenya ũcio wa mangʼũrĩ ma Ngai.
29 This [is] the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.”
Ũcio nĩguo ũndũ ũrĩa Ngai agayagĩra arĩa aaganu, igai rĩrĩa maathĩrĩirwo nĩ Mũrungu.”
