Lamentations 5
1 Remember, O Yahweh, what hath befallen us, Look around, and see our reproach:
Wee Jehova-rĩ, ririkana maũndũ marĩa matũkorete; ta rora wone gũconoka gwitũ.
2 Our inheritance, turned over to foreigners, our houses, to aliens.
Igai riitũ nĩrĩneanĩtwo kũrĩ ageni, nayo mĩciĩ iitũ ĩgakĩneanwo kũrĩ andũ a kũngĩ.
3 Orphans, have we become, and fatherless, our mothers, are widows indeed.
Nĩtũtuĩkĩte ciana cia ngoriai na ciana itarĩ na maithe, nao manyina maitũ magatuĩka ta atumia a ndigwa.
4 Our water—for silver, have we drunk, our wood—for a price, cometh in.
Maaĩ marĩa tũnyuuaga no tũgũrire; o na ngũ nĩkũgũra tũragũra.
5 Upon our necks, are our pursuers, We labour, and there is allowed us no rest.
Arĩa matũingatithagia marĩ o magũrũ-inĩ maitũ; nĩtũnogete, na tũkaaga ũhurũko.
6 To Egypt, have we stretched out our hand, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.
Twĩneanĩte kũrĩ andũ a Misiri na a Ashuri nĩgeetha tuone irio cia gũtũigana.
7 Our fathers, sinned, and are not, and, we, their iniquities, have borne.
Maithe maitũ nĩmehirie na rĩu matirĩ ho, na ithuĩ nĩ ithuĩ tũraherithio handũ hao.
8 Slaves, have ruled over us, There is none to set free from their hand.
Ngombo nĩcio itwathaga, na gũtirĩ mũndũ wa gũtũteithũra kuuma moko-inĩ ma cio.
9 At the risk of our life, do we bring in our bread, because of the sword of the desert.
Tuonaga irio na ũndũ wa gũtwarĩrĩria mĩoyo iitũ ũgwati-inĩ, nĩ ũndũ wa rũhiũ rwa njora rũrĩa rũrĩ werũ-inĩ.
10 Our skin, as with a furnace, is scorched, because of the hot winds of famine.
Gĩkonde giitũ kĩhiũhĩte o ta riiko rĩa kũruga mĩgate, tũkainaina nĩ ũndũ wa kũhũũta.
11 Women—in Zion, were ravished, virgins, in the cities of Judah!
Andũ-a-nja nĩmanyiitĩtwo na hinya gũkũ Zayuni, nao airĩtu gathirange makanyiitwo na hinya matũũra-inĩ ma Juda.
12 Princes, by their hand, have been hanged, The faces of elders, not honoured.
Anene akuo nĩ macuurĩtio na moko mao; athuuri nao matiheagwo gĩtĩĩo.
13 Young men, a millstone, have lifted, and, youths, under wood, have staggered.
Aanake marutithagio wĩra wa hinya ithĩi-inĩ; tũmwana natuo tũtũgũũgaga nĩgũkuuithio mĩrigo ya ngũ.
14 Elders, from the gates, have ceased. Young men, from their music.
Athuuri nĩmatigĩte gũikara kĩhingo-inĩ gĩa itũũra inene; aanake nao nĩmatigĩte kũina nyĩmbo ciao.
15 Ceased hath the joy of our hearts, Changed to mourning, our dance.
Ngoro ciitũ nĩithirĩte gĩkeno; ndũrũhĩ ciitũ igarũrũkĩte igatuĩka macakaya.
16 Fallen is the crown of our head. Surely woe to us, for we have sinned.
Thũmbĩ ya ũnene nĩĩgwĩte, ĩgatuuma mũtwe, kaĩ tũrĩ na haaro-ĩ, nĩgũkorwo nĩtwĩhĩtie!
17 For this cause, faint is our heart, For these things, dimmed are our eyes:
Tondũ ũcio ngoro ciitũ nĩiringĩkĩte; na tondũ wa maũndũ macio maitho maitũ makaira,
18 Because of Mount Zion, which is desolate, jackals, have gone prowling therein.
tondũ wa Kĩrĩma gĩa Zayuni, kĩrĩa gĩkirĩte ihooru, nacio mbwe rĩu nĩkuo iceeraga.
19 Thou, O Yahweh, unto times age-abiding, dost remain, Thy throne, from generation to generation:
Wee Jehova-rĩ, wathanaga nginya tene; gĩtĩ gĩaku kĩa ũnene gĩtũũraga kuuma njiarwa nginya njiarwa.
20 Wherefore shouldst thou perpetually forget us? forsake us, to length of days?
Ũriganagĩrwo nĩ ithuĩ hĩndĩ ciothe nĩkĩ? Ũtũtiganĩirie hĩndĩ ndaaya ũguo nĩkĩ?
21 Bring us back, O Yahweh, unto thyself, and we will come back! Renew our days, as of old;
Wee Jehova-rĩ, tũcookererie harĩwe, nĩguo tũhote gũgũcookerera; erũhia matukũ maitũ macooke o ta ũrĩa matariĩ tene,
22 For though thou hast not, utterly rejected, us, thou art wroth with us—exceedingly!
tiga ũkorirwo nĩũtũregeete biũ, ũgagĩtũrakarĩra o mũno makĩria.
