Job 2
1 And there came a certain day when the sons of God entered in, to present themselves unto Yahweh—so the accuser also entered in their midst, to present himself unto Yahweh.
Ningĩ nĩ kwarĩ mũthenya ũngĩ araika maathiire kũrũgama mbere ya Jehova, na Shaitani o nake agĩthiĩ hamwe nao kũrũgama mbere yake.
2 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Whence comest thou? And the accuser answered Yahweh, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from wandering about therein.
Nake Jehova akĩũria Shaitani atĩrĩ, “Uuma kũ?” Nake Shaitani agĩcookeria Jehova atĩrĩ, “Nyuma kũriũnga thĩ o na gũcangacanga kuo kũndũ na kũndũ.”
3 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one who revereth God, and avoideth evil; and still he is holding fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to swallow him up without cause.
Ningĩ Jehova akĩũria Shaitani atĩrĩ, “Nĩũcũũranĩtie ũhoro wa ndungata yakwa Ayubu? Ũkoona atĩ kũu thĩ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũhaana take; ndarĩ ũcuuke na nĩ mũrũngĩrĩru, mũndũ mwĩtigĩri-Ngai na ũtheemaga maũndũ marĩa mooru. Ningĩ no arũmĩtie wĩhokeku wake, o na gũtuĩka nĩwaningĩrĩirie ndĩmwanange hatarĩ gĩtũmi.”
4 Then the accuser answered Yahweh, and said, Skin for skin, and so, all that a man hath, will he give for his life.
Nake Shaitani agĩcookeria Jehova, akiuga atĩrĩ, “Gĩkonde kĩrĩhagwo na gĩkonde! Mũndũ no arute indo ciake ciothe nĩguo ahonokie muoyo wake.
5 In very deed, put forth, I pray thee thy hand, and smite unto his bone, and unto his flesh, —verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.
No rĩrĩ, ta tambũrũkia guoko gwaku ũhutie mahĩndĩ na nyama cia mwĩrĩ wake, na ti-itherũ ndarĩ hĩndĩ ategũkũruma o ũthiũ-inĩ waku.”
6 And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Behold him! in thy hand, —only, his life, preserve thou!
Nake Jehova akĩĩra Shaitani atĩrĩ, “No wega, rĩu arĩ moko-inĩ maku; no ndũkahutie muoyo wake.”
7 So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, —and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio Shaitani akiuma hau mbere ya Jehova, akĩnyamaria Ayubu na ironda ciarĩ na ruo mũno kuuma makinya ma magũrũ make nginya mũtwe.
8 And he took him a potsherd, to scrape himself therewith; he being seated in the midst of ashes.
Nake Ayubu akĩoya gacere ka nyũngũ ethũage nako, agĩikara thĩ harĩa haitagwo mũhu.
9 Then said his wife unto him, Art thou still holding fast thine integrity? Curse God, and die!
Nake mũtumia wake akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Anga no ũrũmĩtie wĩhokeku waku o na rĩu? Ruma Ngai wĩkuĩre!”
10 And he said unto her, As one of the base women speaketh, speakest thou? Blessing, shall we accept from God, and, misfortune, shall we not accept? In all this, Job sinned not with his lips.
Nake Ayubu akĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Wee ũraaria ta mũndũ-wa-nja mũkĩĩgu. Kaĩ turĩkĩamũkagĩra o maũndũ mega kuuma kũrĩ Ngai, na tũtiamũkĩre mathĩĩna?” Thĩinĩ wa maũndũ macio mothe-rĩ, Ayubu ndaigana kwĩhia thĩinĩ wa mĩario yake.
11 Now when the three friends of Job heard of all this misfortune which had befallen him, —they came, every man from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, —for they had by appointment met together to come to shew sympathy with him, and to comfort him.
Na rĩrĩ, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa arata atatũ a Ayubu, nĩo Elifazu ũrĩa Mũtemaani, na Bilidadi ũrĩa Mũshuhi, na Zofaru ũrĩa Mũnaamathi, maaiguire mathĩĩna marĩa mothe maakorete Ayubu-rĩ, makĩgĩa gĩathĩ, makiuma o mũndũ gwake na magĩcemania nĩguo mathiĩ makamũcakaithie o makĩmũhooreragia.
12 And, when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept—and rent, every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads, toward the heavens.
Rĩrĩa maamuonire marĩ o haraaya-rĩ, makĩrigwo nĩwe nĩ ũrĩa aahaanaga; makĩambĩrĩria kũrĩra maanĩrĩire, na magĩtembũranga nguo ciao, o na makĩĩhurĩria rũkũngũ mĩtwe.
13 And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, —and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.
Ningĩ magĩcooka magĩikara thĩ hamwe nake matukũ mũgwanja, mũthenya na ũtukũ, na gũtirĩ mũndũ wamwaragĩria kiugo o na kĩmwe, nĩgũkorwo nĩmoonire atĩ kũnyamarĩka gwake kwarĩ kũnene mũno.
