Job 31
1 “I made a covenant for my eyes, And how do I attend to a virgin?
“Niĩ nĩtwarĩĩkanĩire na maitho makwa ndikanarore mũirĩtu ndĩmwĩrirĩrie.
2 And what [is] the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?
Nĩ ũndũ-rĩ, kaĩ rũgai rwa mũndũ kuuma igũrũ kwa Ngai rũkĩrĩ kĩĩ? Igai rĩake nĩ rĩrĩkũ kuuma kũrĩ ũcio Mwene-Hinya-Wothe ũrĩ igũrũ?
3 Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?
Githĩ ti kwanangwo kwa arĩa aaganu, na mũtino kũrĩ arĩa meekaga maũndũ mooru?
4 Does He not see my ways, And number all my steps?
Githĩ we ndonaga njĩra ciakwa, na agatara o ikinya o ikinya rĩakwa?
5 If I have walked with vanity, And my foot hurries to deceit,
“Ingĩkorwo thiiaga na njĩra itarĩ cia ma-rĩ, kana kũgũrũ gwakwa gũkahiũha thiĩ ngaheenanie-rĩ,
6 He weighs me in righteous balances, And God knows my integrity.
Ngai nĩathime na ratiri cia kĩhooto, nake nĩekũmenya atĩ niĩ ndirĩ ũcuuke;
7 If my step turns aside from the way, And my heart has gone after my eyes, And blemish has cleaved to my hands,
makinya makwa mangĩkorwo nĩmahũkĩte makoima njĩra-inĩ, nayo ngoro yakwa ĩngĩkorwo nĩĩtongoretio nĩ maitho makwa, kana moko makwa makorwo nĩmathaahĩtio-rĩ,
8 Let me sow—and another eat, And let my products be rooted out.
hĩndĩ ĩyo kĩrĩa haandĩte kĩrorĩĩo nĩ andũ angĩ, nacio irio cia mĩgũnda yakwa iromunywo.
9 If my heart has been enticed by a woman, And I laid wait by the opening of my neighbor,
“Ngoro yakwa ĩngĩkorwo yanaheenererio nĩ mũndũ-wa-nja, kana ngorwo ndanaceema mũrango-inĩ wa mũndũ wa itũũra,
10 Let my wife grind to another, And let others bend over her.
hĩndĩ ĩyo mũtumia wakwa arothĩa ngano ya mũndũ ũngĩ, na arũme angĩ tiga niĩ marokoma nake.
11 For it [is] a wicked thing, and a judicial iniquity;
Nĩgũkorwo ũndũ ũcio nĩ ũmaramari wa thoni, na nĩ rĩĩhia rĩa gũtuĩrwo ciira nĩ kĩama.
12 For it [is] a fire, it consumes to destruction, And takes root among all my increase,
Tondũ ũcio nĩ mwaki ũrĩa ũcinaga nginya ũkaananga; na nĩũngĩamunyĩte magetha makwa mothe.
13 If I despise the cause of my manservant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me,
“Ingĩkorwo nĩnyimĩte ndungata ciakwa cia arũme na cia andũ-a-nja kĩhooto rĩrĩa manateta nĩ ũndũ wakwa-rĩ,
14 Then what do I do when God arises? And when He inspects, What do I answer Him?
niĩ ngeeka atĩa rĩrĩa Mũrungu akaanjũkĩrĩra? Ngaacookia atĩa rĩrĩa ngeetwo ndĩĩtetere ũhoro-inĩ ũcio?
15 Did He that made me in the womb not make him? Indeed, One prepares us in the womb.
Githĩ ũcio wanyũũmbire kũu nda ya maitũ to we wamoombire? Githĩ tiwe watũthondekire tũrĩ kũu nda cia aa maitũ?
16 If I withhold the poor from pleasure, And consume the eyes of the widow,
“Ingĩkorwo ndanaima athĩĩni kĩrĩa maanerirĩria, kana ngareka maitho ma mũtũmia wa ndigwa morwo nĩ hinya-rĩ,
17 And I eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan has nothing [to] eat of it,
ingĩkorwo ndĩĩaga irio ciakwa nyiki, ngaaga kũgayana na ũrĩa ũtarĩ ithe-rĩ,
18 (But from my youth He grew up with me as [with] a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led),
(no niĩ kuuma ũnini wakwa, mwana ta ũcio ndaamũreraga o ta ũrĩa angĩarerirwo nĩ ithe, na kuuma gũciarwo gwakwa ndũire ndongoragia mũtumia wa ndigwa)
19 If I see [any] perishing without clothing, And there is no covering for the needy,
ingĩkorwo ndanoona mũndũ agĩkua nĩ ũndũ wa kwaga nguo, kana ngoona mũndũ mũbatari atarĩ kĩndũ gĩa kwĩhumba,
20 If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He does not warm himself,
na ngoro yake ndĩandathimire nĩ ũndũ wa kũmũiguithia ũrugarĩ na guoya wa ngʼondu ciakwa-rĩ,
21 If I have waved my hand at the fatherless, When I see [him] in the gate of my court,
ingĩkorwo ndanoya guoko gwakwa ngookĩrĩra mwana ũtarĩ ithe, nĩkũmenya atĩ no nyone wa kũndeithia kwagĩa ciira igooti-inĩ-rĩ,
22 Let my shoulder fall from its blade, And the bone from my arm be broken.
hĩndĩ ĩyo guoko gwakwa kũroahũkĩra kĩande-inĩ kũgwe, kũroinĩkĩra o irũngo-inĩ.
23 For calamity [from] God [is] a dread to me, And because of His excellence I am not able.
Nĩ ũndũ nĩndetigagĩra mwanangĩko uumĩte kũrĩ Mũrungu, na nĩ ũndũ wa gwĩtigĩra riiri wake, ndingĩekire maũndũ ta macio.
24 If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, My trust;
“Ingĩkorwo nĩnjigĩte mwĩhoko wakwa harĩ thahabu, kana ngeera thahabu ĩrĩa therie mũno atĩrĩ, ‘Wee nĩwe ũgitĩri wakwa,’
25 If I rejoice because my wealth [is] great, And because my hand has found abundance,
ingĩkorwo ndanakenera ũtonga wakwa mũnene, kana ngakenera uumithio ũrĩa moko makwa mecarĩirie-rĩ,
26 If I see the light when it shines, And the precious moon walking,
ingĩkorwo ndanarũmbũiya riũa rĩarĩte, kana mweri ũgĩthiĩ ũcangararĩte,
27 And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand kisses my mouth,
na ngoro yakwa ĩkĩheenererio nĩcio na hitho, kana guoko gwakwa gũgĩcikinyĩria kĩmumunyano gĩa gũcitĩĩa-rĩ,
28 It also [is] a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God above.
o na macio mangĩtuĩka mehia ma gũtuĩrwo ciira, nĩgũkorwo ingĩtuĩkĩte mũndũ ũtarĩ mwĩhokeku harĩ Mũrungu ũrĩa ũrĩ igũrũ.
29 If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,
“Ingĩkorwo ndaanakena nĩ thũ yakwa kuona mũtino, kana ngĩmĩthekerera rĩrĩa thĩĩna wamĩkora,
30 Indeed, I have not permitted my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.
no niĩ ndirĩ ndetĩkĩra kanua gakwa keehie na ũndũ wa kũhoera muoyo wayo kĩrumi,
31 If not, say, O men of my tent: O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.
kũngĩkorwo andũ a nyũmba yakwa matirĩ moiga atĩrĩ, ‘Nũũ ũtarĩ warĩa nyama cia Ayubu akahũũna?’
32 A stranger does not lodge in the street, I open my doors to the traveler.
no gũtirĩ mũgeni wanaraara njĩra-inĩ, nĩ ũndũ mũrango wa mũciĩ wakwa ũtũire ũhingũrĩirwo mũgendi,
33 If I have covered my transgressions as Adam, To hide my iniquity in my bosom,
ingĩkorwo ndaanahitha mehia makwa, ta ũrĩa andũ meekaga, na ũndũ wa kũhitha mahĩtia ngoro-inĩ yakwa
34 Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families frightens me, Then I am silent, I do not go out of the opening.
tondũ wa gwĩtigĩra kĩrĩndĩ, o na gwĩtigĩra kũmenwo nĩ mĩhĩrĩga ngagĩkira ki na ndiume nja-rĩ,
35 Who gives to me a hearing? Behold, my mark. The Mighty One answers me, And my adversary has written a bill.
(“Naarĩ korwo ndaarĩ na mũndũ wa kũnjigua! Rĩu nĩndekĩra rũũri rwa kwĩyarĩrĩria: reke Mwene-Hinya-Wothe anjookerie ũhoro; reke mũũthitangi andĩke marũa ma thitango yake.
36 If not—on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it [as] a crown on myself.
Ti-itherũ marũa macio ingĩmaigĩrĩra kĩande, ndĩmehumbe taarĩ thũmbĩ.
37 The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.
Njooke ndĩmũhe ũhoro wakwa ikinya gwa ikinya; ndĩmũkuhĩrĩrie ta ndĩ mũnene.)
38 If my land cries out against me, And together its furrows weep,
“Korwo mũgũnda wakwa wakaya, ũnjũkĩrĩre, nayo mĩtaro yaguo yothe ĩkorwo ĩkĩrĩra maithori,
39 If I consumed its strength without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,
ingĩkorwo ndanarĩa maciaro maguo iteekũrĩha, kana ngoraga ngoro cia ene guo-rĩ,
40 Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed!” The words of Job are finished.
hĩndĩ ĩyo congʼe ũrokũra kuo handũ ha ngano, na riya handũ ha cairi.” Ndeto cia Ayubu nĩciathira.
