Job 14
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
“Mũndũ ũciarĩtwo nĩ mũndũ-wa-nja-rĩ, aikaraga o matukũ manini, namo makaiyũrwo nĩ mathĩĩna.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Akũraga ta ihũa na agacooka akooma; ahĩtũkaga na ihenya ta kĩĩruru, na ndatũũraga.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
Mũndũ ta ũcio wakĩmũkũũrĩra maitho? Mũndũ ta ũcio wamũrehe mbere yaku aciirithio?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
Nũũ ũngĩhota kũruta kĩndũ gĩtheru kuuma harĩ kĩndũ kĩrĩa gĩtarĩ gĩtheru? Gũtirĩ o na ũmwe!
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, and thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
Matukũ ma mũndũ nĩ matare; nĩũtuĩte mũigana wa mĩeri yake, na nĩũmũigĩire mĩhaka ĩrĩa ataangĩkĩra.
6 Look away from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio tiga kũmũrora, tigana nake, nginya arĩĩkie mĩthenya yake ta mũthũkũmi.
7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
“Mũtĩ-rĩ, nĩwĩrĩgagĩrĩrwo atĩ ũngĩtemwo, no ũthethũke rĩngĩ, na atĩ mathethũka maguo matikaaga.
8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;
O na mĩri yaguo ĩngĩkũrĩra thĩ na gĩthukĩ kĩaguo kĩũmĩre tĩĩri-inĩ,
9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.
ũngĩkaguucia maaĩ-rĩ, nĩũgathethũka na ũrute honge ta mũtĩ wa kũhaandwo.
10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
No mũndũ akuuaga agathikwo; aatuĩkana-rĩ, ndacookaga kuonwo rĩngĩ.
11 [As] the waters fail from the sea, and the river decayeth and drieth up;
O ta ũrĩa maaĩ mahũũaga kũu iria-inĩ, na ta ũrĩa mũtaro wa rũũĩ ũngʼaraga ũkooma-rĩ,
12 So man lieth down and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.
ũguo noguo mũndũ akomaga na ndacookaga gũũkĩra rĩngĩ; o nginya rĩrĩa igũrũ rĩgaathira-rĩ, andũ matirĩ hĩndĩ magookĩra kana maarahũrwo mookĩre.
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
“Naarĩ korwo wahitha thĩinĩ wa mbĩrĩra, na ũnjige hitho-inĩ nginya rĩrĩa marakara maku magaathira! Naarĩ korwo wanduĩra gĩathĩ, ũgaacooka kũndirikana hĩndĩ ĩyo. (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man die, shall he live [again]? all the days of my warfare would I wait, till my release should come.
Mũndũ akua-rĩ, nĩagatũũra muoyo rĩngĩ? Matukũ makwa mothe ma wĩra mũritũ-rĩ, ngweterera ihinda rĩakwa rĩa kwerũhĩrio hinya rĩkinye.
15 Thou shouldest call, and I would answer thee: thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thine hands.
Wee ũgetana, na niĩ nĩngagwĩtĩka; na nĩũkeerirĩria kĩũmbe gĩkĩ wombire na moko maku.
16 But now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩũgatara makinya makwa, no ndũkarũmbũiya mehia makwa.
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou fastenest up mine iniquity.
Mahĩtia makwa meekĩrĩtwo mondo-inĩ, ĩkoohwo na ĩkahũũrwo mũhũũri; nĩũkahumbĩra mehia makwa.
18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of its place;
“No rĩrĩ, o ta ũrĩa kĩrĩma kĩenjekaga na gĩkamomoka, na o ta ũrĩa rwaro rwa ihiga rũeheragio handũ ha ruo,
19 The waters wear the stones; the overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: and thou destroyest the hope of man.
na o ta ũrĩa maaĩ mamuthũraga mahiga, na o ta ũrĩa mbura nene ĩtwaraga tĩĩri-rĩ, ũguo noguo wanangaga kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro kĩa mũndũ.
20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
Wee ũmũtooragia o rĩmwe rĩa kũigana, nake agathira; ũgarũraga gĩthiithi gĩake ũrĩa kĩhaana, na ũkamũingata.
21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
Ariũ ake mangĩheo gĩtĩĩo, ndangĩmenya ũhoro ũcio; mangĩconorithio, we ndoonaga ũndũ ũcio.
22 But his flesh upon him hath pain, and his soul within him mourneth.
We no ruo rwa mwĩrĩ wake aiguaga, nake atũũraga o ecaayagĩra.”
