Job 6
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
“Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
Ti-itherũ yakorwo ĩrĩ mĩritũ gũkĩra mũthanga ũrĩa ũrĩ maria-inĩ marĩa manene; na nĩkĩo ndĩrahiũhire kwaria.
4 For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves 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 over 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 hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or 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 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
“Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
10 So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, —That I had not concealed the sayings 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? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
“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, of bronze?
Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
“Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
17 By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
25 How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
28 But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
“No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
