Proverbs 7
1 My son! Keep my sayings, And lay up my commands with you.
Mũrũ wakwa, tũũra ũrũmĩtie ciugo ciakwa, na wĩigĩre maathani makwa thĩinĩ waku.
2 Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of your eye.
Rũmia maathani makwa, na nĩũgatũũra muoyo; gitagĩra morutani makwa o ta kĩũma kĩa riitho rĩaku.
3 Bind them on your fingers, Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Mohagĩrĩre ciara-inĩ ciaku; ũmaandĩke kĩhengere-inĩ kĩa ngoro yaku.
4 Say to wisdom, “You [are] my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!”
Ĩra ũũgĩ atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe mwarĩ wa maitũ,” naguo ũtaũku ũwĩtage mũndũ wa nyũmba yanyu;
5 To preserve you from a strange woman, From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth.
nĩcirĩkweheragia harĩ mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio mũtharia, o na kuuma kũrĩ mũtumia ũcio ũtarĩ mwĩhokeku, hamwe na ciugo ciake cia kũheenanĩrĩria.
6 For at a window of my house, I have looked out through my casement,
Ndĩ ndirica-inĩ ya nyũmba yakwa-rĩ, nĩndacũthĩrĩirie na nja kamwanya-inĩ,
7 And I see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,
ngĩona kĩmwana gatagatĩ ka arĩa matarĩ oogĩ, na ngĩkũũrana gatagatĩ ka aanake, mũndũ mwĩthĩ ũtaarĩ na ũũgĩ wa gũkũũrana maũndũ.
8 Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way [to] her house he steps,
Aikũrũkaga na njĩra ĩrĩa yarĩ hakuhĩ na koine ya kwa mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio, agĩthiĩ na njĩra ĩyo yerekeire na gwake mũciĩ,
9 In the twilight—in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.
na kwarĩ na mairia o kahwaĩ-inĩ gũgĩtukatuka, gũkĩambĩrĩria kũgĩa nduma ya ũtukũ.
10 And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart,
Na rĩrĩ, hagĩũka mũndũ-wa-nja kũmũtũnga, wehumbĩte nguo ta mũmaraya, arĩ na wara ngoro-inĩ.
11 She [is] noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house.
(Nĩ mũnegeni na mũngʼathia, na magũrũ make matikiragĩrĩria mũciĩ;
12 Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And she lies in wait near every corner)—
rĩmwe arĩ njĩra-inĩ, na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ arĩ ihaaro-inĩ, ehithagĩre andũ koine-inĩ ciothe cia njĩra.)
13 And she laid hold on him and kissed him, She has hardened her face and says to him,
Nake akĩnyiita mwanake ũcio, akĩmũmumunya, na akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ ategũconoka,
14 “Sacrifices of peace-offerings [are] by me, Today I have completed my vows.
“Ndĩ na maruta ma ngwatanĩro mũciĩ, tondũ ũmũthĩ nĩhingirie mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa.
15 Therefore I have come forth to meet you, To earnestly seek your face, and I find you.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndoimagara, ndooka gũgũtũnga; ngũgũcarĩtie mũno, na rĩu nĩndakuona!
16 I decked my bed [with] ornamental coverings, Carved works—cotton of Egypt.
Nĩnjarĩte ũrĩrĩ wakwa na macuka ma gatani ma marangi kuuma Misiri.
17 I sprinkled my bed [with] myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Ũrĩrĩ ũcio wakwa nĩndĩũitĩrĩirie indo nungi wega ta manemane, na thubiri, o na mũndarathini.
18 Come, we are filled [with] love until the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
Ũka twĩhũũnie wendo nginya rũciinĩ; reke twĩkenie na wendo!
19 For the man is not in his house, He has gone on a long journey.
Mũthuuri wakwa ndarĩ mũciĩ; nĩathiĩte rũgendo rũraihu.
20 He has taken a bag of money in his hand, At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.”
Nĩathiire na mũhuko wake ũiyũrĩte mbeeca, na akainũka mũciĩ o rĩrĩa mweri ũkaiganana.”
21 She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, She forces him with the flattery of her lips.
Agĩkĩmũheenereria na ciugo, akĩmũhĩtithia; agĩkĩmuuha na mĩario yake mĩnyoroku.
22 He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, And as a chain to the discipline of a fool,
O rĩmwe akĩmũrũmĩrĩra ta ndegwa ĩgĩthiĩ gũthĩnjwo, kana ta thwariga ĩgĩtoonya kĩana-inĩ kĩa mũtego,
23 Until an arrow splits his liver, As a bird has hurried to a snare, And has not known that it [is] for its life.
nginya akaaya gũtheecwo ini nĩ mĩguĩ, akahaana ta nyoni ĩguthũkĩte mũtego-inĩ, ĩtekũmenya o na hanini atĩ ũndũ ũcio no ũmĩrute muoyo.
24 And now, you sons, listen to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.
Atĩrĩrĩ, ariũ akwa, ta thikĩrĩriai; tegai matũ mũigue ũrĩa ngũmwĩra.
25 Do not let your heart turn to her ways, Do not wander in her paths,
Mũtikanareke ngoro cianyu ĩrũmĩrĩre mĩthiĩre yake, kana mũingĩre njĩra-inĩ ciake.
26 For many [are] the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty [are] all her slain ones.
Nĩ andũ aingĩ arĩkĩtie kũrũnda; arĩa oragĩte nĩ kĩrĩndĩ kĩingĩ mũno.
