Job 19
1 But Job answered and said:
Nake Ayubu akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
“Mũkũũnyariira nginya-rĩ, mũkĩĩhehenjaga na ciugo?
3 These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
Rĩu mũrĩ kũndetia maita ikũmi; mũũtharĩkĩire mũtarĩ na thoni.
4 And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
Angĩkorwo nĩ ma atĩ nĩhĩtĩtie njĩra, ihĩtia rĩakwa rĩgũikara rĩrĩ thĩĩna wakwa.
5 Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
Mũngĩkorwo ti-itherũ nĩmũgwĩtũũgĩria igũrũ rĩakwa, na mũgĩe na mweke wa kũnjũkĩrĩra nĩ ũndũ wa ũguo njonorithĩtio,
6 Know then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath encompassed me with his net.
no kĩmenyei atĩ Ngai nĩwe ũũhĩtĩirie, akandigiicĩria na wabu wake.
7 Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
“O na gũtuĩka nĩngayaga ngoiga atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩĩmũhĩtĩrie!’ Niĩ ndirĩ ũndũ njookagĩrio; o na gũtuĩka nĩhooyaga ndeithio, gũtirĩ kĩhooto nyonaga.
8 He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
Nĩahingĩire njĩra na niĩ ndingĩhota kũhĩtũka; tũcĩra twakwa nĩatwĩkĩrĩte nduma.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
Nĩanjaũrĩte gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa, na akanduta thũmbĩ mũtwe.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
Andarũrangaga kuuma mbarĩ ciothe nginya ngathira; amunyaga mwĩhoko wakwa o ta mũtĩ.
11 He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
Marakara make nĩmanjakanĩire; andaraga hamwe na thũ ciake.
12 His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
Mbũtũ ciake cia ita injerekagĩra na hinya; ciakaga ihumbu cia kũnjũkĩrĩra, igathiũrũrũkĩria hema yakwa.
13 My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
“Nĩanyamũranĩtie na ariũ a baba makaahutatĩra; andũ arĩa tũyaine nao nĩmeĩndigithĩtie biũ.
14 My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
Andũ a mbarĩ ciitũ nĩmathiĩte makandiga; arata akwa nĩmariganĩirwo nĩ niĩ.
15 The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
Ageni akwa na ndungata ciakwa cia andũ-a-nja matuaga ta matanjũũĩ; maanyonaga ta ndĩ mũndũ uumĩte kũndũ kũngĩ.
16 I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
Njĩtaga ndungata yakwa, no ndĩngĩnjĩtĩka, o na ndĩmĩthaithĩte na kanua gakwa niĩ mwene.
17 My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
Mĩhũmũ ya kanua gakwa nĩmĩnungu harĩ mũtumia wakwa; nduĩkĩte wa kũmenwo harĩ ariũ a maitũ.
18 Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
O na tũhĩĩ tũrĩa tũnini nĩtũũnyararĩte, rĩrĩa ndatuumĩrĩra no gũũthekerera tũũthekagĩrĩra.
19 All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
Arata akwa arĩa manguhĩrĩirie othe nĩmathũire; andũ arĩa nyendeete nĩmahutatĩire makaanjũkĩrĩra.
20 My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Niĩ thirĩte ngatigara o gĩkonde na mahĩndĩ; niĩ ndigarĩirwo no kĩni kĩa magego giiki.
21 Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
“Njiguĩrai tha, inyuĩ arata akwa, iguai tha, nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Ngai nĩkũngũthĩte.
22 Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Mũthingatanaga na niĩ o ta ũrĩa Mũrungu aathingataga nĩkĩ? Mũtirĩ mũraiganwo nĩ nyama ciakwa?
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
“Naarĩ korwo ciugo ciakwa nĩciandĩkĩtwo, igakĩandĩkwo ibuku-inĩ rĩa gĩkũnjo,
24 That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
igakarwo na karamu ga kĩgera igũrũ rĩa ngocorai, kana igakururwo rwaro-inĩ rwa ihiga itũũre nginya tene!
25 Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
Nĩnjũũĩ atĩ Mũngũũri arĩ muoyo, na atĩ marigĩrĩrio-inĩ nĩwe ũkaarũgama thĩ ĩno.
26 And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
Nakĩo gĩkonde gĩkĩ gĩakwa kĩarĩkia gũthira, na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wa nyama ũkorwo ũtarĩ ho, hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩ ngoona Ngai;
27 Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
niĩ mwene nĩngamwĩonera na maitho, niĩ mwene, ti mũndũ ũngĩ. Ĩ ngoro yakwa ndĩkĩrĩ na wendo mũnene!
28 Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
“Mũngiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Ĩ nĩtũthingatane nake, kuona atĩ nĩwe kĩhumo gĩa thĩĩna ũyũ,’
29 Be ye afraid of the sword! For malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
inyuĩ ene nĩmwagĩrĩirwo nĩ gwĩtigĩra rũhiũ rwa njora; nĩgũkorwo mangʼũrĩ nĩmakarehithia kũherithanio na rũhiũ rwa njora, na hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩmũkamenya atĩ nĩ kũrĩ ũtuanĩri wa ciira.”
