Jonah 4
1 And it was vexing unto Jonah, with a great vexation, —and it angered him.
No rĩrĩ, Jona nĩaiguire ũũru mũno na akĩrakara.
2 So he prayed unto Yahweh, and said—Ah now! Yahweh! Was not, this, my word, while I was yet upon mine own soil? For this cause, did I hasten to flee unto Tarshish, —because I knew that, thou, art a GOD of favour and compassion, slow to anger, and abundant in lovingkindness, and art grieved over calamity.
Akĩhooya Jehova, akiuga atĩrĩ, “Wee Jehova-rĩ, githĩ ũũ toguo ndoigĩte itoimĩte mũciĩ? Nĩkĩo ndaahiũhaga kũũrĩra Tarishishi. Nĩndoĩ atĩ wee wĩ Mũrungu mũtugi na ũrĩ tha, na ndũhiũhaga kũrakara, na ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ wendani, Ngai ũiguaga tha akericũkwo akaaga gwĩka ũũru.
3 Now, therefore, O Yahweh, take, I pray thee, my life from me, —for it were better for me, to die, than, to live.
No rĩrĩ, Wee Jehova, ndagũthaitha ũndute muoyo; nĩgũkorwo nĩ kwagĩrĩire ngue, gũkĩra ndũũre muoyo.”
4 Then said Yahweh, Art thou rightly angry?
No Jehova akĩmũũria atĩrĩ, “Ũrĩ na kĩhooto o na kĩrĩkũ gĩa gũtũma ũrakare?”
5 But Jonah, went forth, out of the city, and abode on the east side of the city; and made for himself there, a hut, and sat under it, in the shade, until he should see what would become of the city.
Jona akiuma kũu, agĩthiĩ agĩikara thĩ handũ mwena wa irathĩro wa itũũra rĩu inene. Akĩĩakĩra gĩthũnũ hau, agĩikara kĩĩruru-inĩ gĩakĩo, agĩeterera one ũrĩa itũũra rĩu inene rĩgwĩkwo.
6 Now Yahweh God appointed a gourd, and caused it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to deliver him from his vexation, —and Jonah rejoiced over the gourd, with great rejoicing.
Nake Jehova Ngai akĩrehe rũũngũ na agĩtũma rũtambe igũrũ rĩa hau Jona aarĩ, nĩguo rũmũhe kĩĩruru, kĩmũhumbĩre atige gũthĩĩnĩka. Nake Jona agĩkenera rũũngũ rũu mũno.
7 But God appointed a worm, at the uprisings of the dawn, the next day, —and it smote the gourd, that it withered.
No rĩrĩ, kwarooka gũkĩa mũthenya ũyũ ũngĩ, Ngai akĩrehe kĩgunyũ gĩkĩrĩa rũũngũ rũu, nĩ ũndũ ũcio rũkĩhooha.
8 And it came to pass, at the breaking forth of the sun, that God appointed a sultry east wind, and the sun smote upon the head of Jonah, that he became faint, —and asked his life, that he might die, and said, It were better for me, to die, than, to live.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa riũa rĩarathire, Ngai akĩrehithia rũhuho ruumĩte na irathĩro rũrĩ na ũrugarĩ mũnene, narĩo riũa rĩgĩcina Jona mũtwe, o nginya akĩringĩka. Akĩĩrirĩria gũkua, akiuga atĩrĩ, “Nĩ wega ngue gũkĩra ndũũre muoyo.”
9 Then said God unto Jonah, Art thou rightly angry over the gourd? And he said, I am rightly angry, unto death.
Nake Ngai akĩũria Jona atĩrĩ, “Ũrĩ na kĩhooto gĩa kũrakara nĩ ũndũ wa rũũngũ rũu?” Nake agĩcookia atĩrĩ, “Ĩĩ, ndĩ nakĩo; ndakarĩte o ũndũ ingĩkua.”
10 Then said Yahweh, Thou, wouldest have spared the gourd, for which thou hadst not toiled, neither hadst thou made it grow, —which, as the off-spring of a night, came up, and, as the offspring of a night, perished;
No Jehova akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Wee-rĩ, ũraiguĩra rũũngũ rũrũ tha, o na harĩa ũtarũrutĩire wĩra kana ũgatũma rũkũre. Rũrakũrire na ũtukũ ũmwe, na rũrathira na ũtukũ ũmwe.
11 And was not, I, to spare Nineveh, the great city, —wherein are more than twelve times ten thousand human beings, who cannot discern between their right hand and their left, besides much cattle?
No Nineve nĩ kũrĩ na andũ makĩria ma ngiri igana rĩa mĩrongo ĩĩrĩ arĩa matangĩkũũrana guoko kwa ũrĩo kana guoko kwa ũmotho, o na ningĩ rĩrĩ na mahiũ maingĩ. Githĩ o na niĩ ndiagĩrĩirwo nĩkũiguĩra tha itũũra rĩu inene?”
