Job 32
1 So these three men ceased to respond to Job, because, he, was righteous in their eyes.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ acio atatũ nĩmatigire gũcookeria Ayubu, nĩ ũndũ eeyonaga arĩ mũthingu.
2 Then was kindled the anger of Elihu, son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram, —against Job, was kindled his anger, because he justified his own soul rather than God;
No rĩrĩ, Elihu mũrũ wa Barakeli ũrĩa Mũbuzi, wa nyũmba ya Ramu, nĩarakaririo mũno nĩ Ayubu nĩ ũndũ wa gwĩtua aarĩ na kĩhooto gũkĩra Ngai.
3 and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, —because that they found not a response, and condemned God.
Ningĩ nĩarakarĩtio nĩ arata acio atatũ tondũ nĩmagĩte ũndũ mangĩcookeria Ayubu, o na gũtuĩka nĩmamũtuĩrĩire ciira.
4 But, Elihu, had waited for Job with words, because the others were older than he.
Na rĩrĩ, Elihu aambĩte gweterera acio angĩ maarie atanaaria na Ayubu, tondũ o maarĩ akũrũ kũmũkĩra.
5 Howbeit, when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men, then was kindled his anger.
No rĩrĩa onire atĩ andũ acio atatũ matiarĩ na ũndũ ũngĩ wa kuuga-rĩ, agĩakanwo nĩ marakara.
6 So then Elihu, son of Barachel, the Buzite, responded and said: —Young, am I, whereas, ye, are aged, For this cause, I faltered, and feared—to shew my knowledge unto you:
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio Elihu, mũrũ wa Barakeli ũcio Mũbuzi, akiuga atĩrĩ: “Niĩ ndĩ na mĩaka mĩnini, na inyuĩ mũrĩ akũrũ; nĩkĩo ngwĩtigagĩra, ngaaga ũũmĩrĩru wa kũmwĩra ũrĩa njũũĩ.
7 I said, Days, should speak, —and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.
Ndeciiragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ũkũrũ nĩwaagĩrĩire warie; ũingĩ wa mĩaka nĩwaagĩrĩire kũrutana ũũgĩ.’
8 Yet surely, there is a spirit in men, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth them understanding;
No nĩ roho ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wa mũndũ, o yo mĩhũmũ ya Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, ũheaga mũndũ ũmenyo.
9 Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.
To arĩa akũrũ oiki oogĩ, na to arĩa akũrũ mamenyaga ũrĩa kwagĩrĩire.
10 Therefore, I said, Hearken unto me, I will show my knowledge—even I.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio nguuga atĩrĩ, ‘Thikĩrĩriai; o na niĩ nĩngũmwĩra ũrĩa njũũĩ.’
11 Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;
Nĩngwetereire rĩrĩa mũkwaragia, ndathikĩrĩria ihooto cianyu; rĩrĩa mũgũcaragia ciugo-rĩ,
12 Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, —But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.
nĩngũmũtegeire matũ biũ. No gũtirĩ o na ũmwe wanyu wonanirie mahĩtia ma Ayubu; gũtirĩ o na ũmwe wanyu ũmũcookeirie mĩario yake.
13 Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.
Tigai kuuga atĩrĩ, ‘Nĩtũgĩĩte na ũũgĩ; rekei Mũrungu amũkararie, no ti mũndũ.’
14 Since he directed not to me discourse, therefore, with your speeches, will I not reply to him.
No rĩrĩ, Ayubu ti niĩ ekwerekeirie ciugo ciake, na niĩ ndikũmũcookeria kũringana na mĩario yanyu.
15 They were dismayed, they responded no more, they suffered speech to forsake them;
“Nĩmamakĩte, na matirĩ na ũndũ ũngĩ mangiuga; nĩmarigĩtwo nĩ atĩa mangiuga.
16 Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.
no nginya njeterere, nĩ ũndũ rĩu nĩmakirĩte, tondũ atĩ rĩu marũgamĩte hau matarĩ na macookio?
17 I will respond, even I—on my part, I will shew my knowledge, even I!
O na niĩ nĩngwaria; o na niĩ nĩnguuga ũrĩa njũũĩ.
18 For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom, presseth me on.
Nĩgũkorwo njiyũrĩtwo nĩ ciugo, naguo roho ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wakwa nĩũrandindĩkĩrĩria;
19 Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.
thĩinĩ wakwa haana ta ndibei ĩrĩ cuba ngunĩke, ngahaana ta mondo njerũ ya ndibei ĩkirie gũtuthũka.
20 I will speak, that I may freely breathe, I will open my lips and respond.
no nginya njarie hũũcũke, no nginya ndumũre mĩromo yakwa njookie ũhoro.
21 Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,
Ndigũtĩĩra mũndũ o na ũ maũthĩ, kana ngaathĩrĩrie mũndũ o na ũrĩkũ tũhũ;
22 Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!
nĩ ũndũ korwo ndĩ mwara na kũgaathĩrĩria, Mũnyũũmbi no anjeherie narua.
