Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
“Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
3 Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words rash.
Ti-itherũ yakorwo ĩrĩ mĩritũ gũkĩra mũthanga ũrĩa ũrĩ maria-inĩ marĩa manene; na nĩkĩo ndĩrahiũhire kwaria.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; Their poison drinketh up my spirit; The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Mĩguĩ ya Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩĩndoonyete, naguo roho wakwa nĩũranyua ũrũrũ wayo; maũndũ ma kũmakania mũno ma Ngai nĩmerekeirio harĩ niĩ.
5 Doth the wild ass bray in the midst of grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Njagĩ ya werũ-inĩ-rĩ, nĩyaanagia rĩrĩa ĩrĩ na nyeki ya kũrĩa, kana ndegwa ĩkaania rĩrĩa ĩtuĩrĩirwo?
6 Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Irio itarĩ mũcamo nĩ irĩĩkaga itekĩrĩtwo cumbĩ? Mũruru wa itumbĩ ũrĩa mwerũ-rĩ, nĩ urĩ mũrĩo?
7 That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
8 O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
“Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
9 That it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
10 Yet it should still be my consolation, Yea, in unsparing anguish I would exult, That I have not denied the commands of the Holy One.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo no ngĩe na ũndũ wa kũũhooreria, ũndũ wa gĩkeno ruo-inĩ rũrũ rũtarathira, atĩ niĩ ndikaanĩte ciugo cia Ũrĩa Mũtheru.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what mine end, that I should be patient?
“Ndĩ na hinya ũrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo njikare ndĩ na mwĩhoko? Ndĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro kĩrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo ngirĩrĩrie?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh brass?
Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
13 Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
14 To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
“Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
15 But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
16 Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
17 As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
18 The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
19 The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
20 They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
21 So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
22 Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out of your substance?
Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
24 Convince me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
25 How powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
26 Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
27 Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; Ye dig a pit for your friend.
Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
28 Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
“No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
29 Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
30 Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?
Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
