Job 18
1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
Ningĩ Bilidadi ũrĩa Mũshuhi agĩcookia, akĩũria atĩrĩ:
2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
“Ũrĩĩtiga kwaria mĩario ĩno rĩ? Gĩa na ũũgĩ nĩguo o na ithuĩ tũhote kwaria.
3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
Nĩ kĩĩ kĩratũma ũtuone tũhaana ta ngʼombe, na tũgatuuo irimũ maitho-inĩ maku?
4 One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, —For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?
Wee ũrehanyũrũra nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ũrakarĩte-rĩ, thĩ no ĩthaamwo nĩ ũndũ waku? Kana no nginya ndwaro cia mahiga cieherio harĩa itũire?
5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
“Tawa wa mũndũ mwaganu nĩmũhorie; rũrĩrĩmbĩ rwa mwaki wake nĩrũtigĩte gwakana.
6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
Ũtheri ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wa hema yake ũtuĩkĩte nduma; naguo tawa ũrĩa ũrĩ hakuhĩ nake ũkahora.
7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
Hinya wa mũkinyũkĩrie wake nĩmũhũthie; namo mathugunda make makamũgũithia thĩ.
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
Makinya make mamũikagia wabu-inĩ, nake akoorũraga thĩinĩ wa marima mayo.
9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
Mũtego ũmũnyiitĩire ndiira-inĩ ya kũgũrũ; mũtego ũgakĩmũrũmia biũ.
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
Ahithĩirwo kĩana kĩa rũrigi tĩĩri-inĩ, akaambĩrwo mũtego njĩra-inĩ yake.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
Imakania imuumagĩrĩra na mĩena yothe, na ikamũtengʼeragia harĩa hothe aagerera.
12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
Mũtino nĩũmũhũũtĩire; mwanangĩko wetereire agwe.
13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
Mũtino ũrĩĩaga icunjĩ cia gĩkonde gĩake; narĩo irigithathi rĩa gĩkuũ rĩgatambuuranga ciĩga ciake.
14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
Aguucĩtio, akarutwo ũgitĩri-inĩ wa hema yake, na agatwarwo kũrĩ mũthamaki wa imakania.
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
Mwaki nĩguo ũtũũraga hema-inĩ yake; ũbiriti ũgwakana nĩũhurunjĩtwo gĩikaro gĩake.
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
Mĩri yake yũmagĩra tĩĩri-inĩ, nacio honge ciake ikahooha na igũrũ.
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
Kĩririkano gĩake nĩ gĩgaathira thĩ; ndarĩ rĩĩtwa bũrũri-inĩ.
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
Akaarutũrũrwo ũtheri-inĩ atwarwo nduma-inĩ na nĩakaingatwo oime thĩ ĩno.
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
Ndarĩ ciana kana njiaro thĩinĩ wa andũ ao, o na ndarĩ mũndũ wake ũgaatigara kũrĩa aatũũraga.
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
Andũ a mwena wa ithũĩro nĩmakagegio nĩ maũndũ marĩa mamũkorete; andũ a mwena wa irathĩro manyiitwo nĩ kĩmako.
21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
Ti-itherũ ũguo nĩguo gĩikaro kĩa mũndũ mwaganu gũkahaana; kũndũ kwa mũndũ ũrĩa ũtooĩ Mũrungu-rĩ, gwake kũhaana ũguo.”
