Judges 5
1 On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang this song:
Mũthenya ũcio Debora na Baraka mũrũ wa Abinoamu makĩina rwĩmbo rũrũ:
2 “When the leaders take the lead in Israel, when the people gladly volunteer for war— we praise Yahweh!
“Rĩrĩa anene a Isiraeli maatongoria, rĩrĩa andũ meheana meyendeire-rĩ, goocai Jehova!
3 Listen, you kings! Pay attention, you leaders! I, I will sing to Yahweh; I will sing praises to Yahweh, the God of Israel.
“Iguai ũhoro ũyũ, inyuĩ athamaki! Thikĩrĩriai, inyuĩ aathani! Nĩngũinĩra Jehova, nĩngũina; nĩngũtungĩra Jehova rwĩmbo, o we Ngai wa Isiraeli.
4 Yahweh, when you went out from Seir, when you marched from Edom, the earth shook, and the skies also trembled; also the clouds poured down water.
“Rĩrĩa Wee Jehova woimire Seiru, rĩrĩa woimire bũrũri wa Edomu, thĩ nĩyainainire, igũrũ rĩkiura, namo matu magĩita maaĩ.
5 The mountains quaked before the face of Yahweh; even Mount Sinai quaked before the face of Yahweh, the God of Israel.
Irĩma nĩciathingithire mbere ya Jehova, o we Ngai wa Sinai, ikĩinaina mbere ya Jehova, Ngai wa Isiraeli.
6 In the days of Shamgar (son of Anath), in the days of Jael, the main roads were abandoned, and those who walked only used the winding paths.
“Matukũ-inĩ ma Shamigari mũrũ wa Anathu, o na matukũ-inĩ ma Jaeli, njĩra nĩciagĩte andũ a kũgerera; agendi maageraga tũcĩra twa mĩkĩra.
7 There were few rural people in Israel, until I, Deborah, arose—arose as a mother in Israel!
Tũtũũra tũkĩaga andũ kũu Isiraeli, tũkĩaga andũ, o nginya rĩrĩa niĩ, Debora, ndaarahũkire, ngĩarahũka ngĩtuĩka ta nyina wa Isiraeli.
8 When they chose new gods, there was fighting at the city gates and yet there were no shields or spears seen among forty thousand in Israel.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa maathuurire ngai ngʼeni, mbaara nĩyokire o ihingo-inĩ cia itũũra inene, na gũtionekire ngo kana itimũ harĩ andũ 40,000 kũu Isiraeli.
9 My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel, along with the people who gladly volunteered— we bless Yahweh for them!
Ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ hamwe na anene a Isiraeli, o hamwe na andũ arĩa merutĩire na kwĩyendera gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ. Goocai Jehova.
10 Think about this—you who ride on white donkeys sitting on rugs for saddles, and you who walk along the road.
“Inyuĩ mũhaicaga ndigiri njerũ, mũikarĩire matandĩko manyu, na inyuĩ mũthiiaga na njĩra, cũraniai,
11 Hear the voices of those who sing at the watering places. There they tell again of Yahweh's righteous deeds, and the righteous actions of his warriors in Israel. Then the people of Yahweh went down to the city gates.
kũrĩ na mĩgambo ya aini itahĩro-inĩ rĩa maaĩ. Mainaga ciĩko cia ũthingu cia Jehova, ciĩko cia ũthingu cia njamba ciake kũu Isiraeli. “Ningĩ andũ a Jehova magĩikũrũka nginya ihingo-inĩ cia itũũra inene.
12 Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, sing a song! Get up, Barak, and capture your prisoners, you son of Abinoam.
‘Wee Debora, ũkĩra! Ĩ ndũgĩũkĩre! Ũkĩra, ũkĩra, ũkũye rwĩmbo! Arahũka wee Baraka! Wee mũrũ wa Abinoamu-rĩ, wĩnyiitĩre mĩgwate yaku.’
13 Then the survivors came down to the nobles; the people of Yahweh came down to me with the warriors.
“Ningĩ andũ arĩa maatigaire, magĩikũrũka kũrĩ andũ arĩa maarĩ igweta; andũ a Jehova magĩũka kũrĩ niĩ hamwe na andũ arĩa maarĩ hinya.
14 They came from Ephraim, whose root is in Amalek; the people of Benjamin followed you. From Machir commanders came down, and from Zebulun those who carry an officer's staff.
Amwe mookire kuuma Efiraimu, arĩa iruka ciao ciarĩ kũu Amaleki; Benjamini aarĩ hamwe na andũ arĩa maakũrũmĩrĩire. Anene a ita cia mbaara nĩmaikũrũkire kuuma Makiru, nakuo Zebuluni gũkiuma arĩa maanyiitaga rũthanju rwa mũnene wa mbũtũ cia ita.
15 My princes in Issachar were with Deborah; and Issachar was with Barak rushing after him into the valley under his command. Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.
Anene a Isakaru maarĩ hamwe na Debora; Ĩĩ-ni, Isakaru maarĩ na Baraka, mamumĩte thuutha na ihenya o nginya kĩanda-inĩ. Ngʼongo-inĩ cia Rubeni nĩ kwarĩ na ũhoro mũnene wa gwĩcookera.
16 Why did you sit between the fireplaces, listening to the shepherds playing their pipes for their flocks? As for the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩatũmire mũikare mĩaki-inĩ mũiguage mahiũ makĩhuhĩrwo mĩrũri? Ngʼongo-inĩ cia Rubeni nĩ kwarĩ ũhoro mũnene wa gwĩcookera.
17 Gilead stayed on the other side of the Jordan; and Dan, why did he wander about on ships? Asher remained on the coast and lived close to his harbors.
Gileadi aikarire o kũu mũrĩmo wa Rũũĩ rwa Jorodani. Nake Dani-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ gĩagĩtũmire atiindage marikabu-inĩ? Asheri aikarire o kũu ndwere-inĩ cia iria, agĩikara icukĩro-inĩ ciake cia marikabu.
18 Zebulun was a tribe who would risk their lives to the point of death, and Naphtali, also, on the field of battle.
Andũ a Zebuluni nĩmetwarĩrĩire ũgwati-inĩ wa gĩkuũ; o nake Nafitali agĩĩka o ũguo kũu gũtũũgĩru werũ-inĩ.
19 The kings came, they fought; the kings of Canaan fought at Taanach by the waters of Megiddo. But they took away no silver as plunder.
“Athamaki magĩũka, makĩrũa; athamaki a Kaanani makĩrũĩra kũu Taanaka, gũkuhĩ na maaĩ ma Megido, no matiakuuire betha, o na kana ndaho.
20 From heaven the stars fought, from their paths across the heavens they fought against Sisera.
Kũu igũrũ njata nĩciarũire, o kũu njĩra-inĩ ciacio ikĩrũa mbaara na Sisera.
21 The Kishon River swept them away, that old river, the Kishon River. March on my soul, be strong!
Rũũĩ rwa Kishoni nĩ rwamathereririe, rũu rũũĩ rwa tene, Rũũĩ rwa Kishoni. Wee ngoro yakwa wĩtware, na ũgĩe na hinya!
22 Then came the sound of horses' hooves— galloping, the galloping of his mighty ones.
Ningĩ mahũngũ ma mbarathi makĩrumia thĩ, itengʼerete, mbarathi ciake irĩ hinya igathiĩ itengʼerete.
23 'Curse Meroz!' says the angel of Yahweh. 'Surely curse its inhabitants!— because they did not come to help Yahweh— to help Yahweh in the battle against the mighty warriors.'
Nake mũraika wa Jehova akiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Merozu ĩrogwatwo nĩ kĩrumi. Arĩa matũũraga kuo marogwatwo nĩ kĩrumi kĩrĩa kĩũru, nĩ ũndũ matiokire gũteithia Jehova, gũteithia Jehova kũrũa na arĩa marĩ hinya.’
24 Jael is blessed more than all other women, Jael (the wife of Heber the Kenite), she is more blessed than all the women who live in tents.
“Jaeli mũtumia wa Heberi ũrĩa Mũkeni, arorathimwo gũkĩra atumia arĩa angĩ, o we mũrathime mũno harĩ atumia arĩa matũũraga hema-inĩ.
25 The man asked for water, and she gave him milk; she brought him butter in a dish fit for princes.
Sisera aamũhoire maaĩ, nake akĩmũhe iria; akĩmũrehera iria imata na mbakũri ĩngĩnyuĩrwo nĩ andũ arĩa me igweta.
26 She put her hand to the tent peg, and her right hand to the workman's hammer; with the hammer she struck Sisera, she crushed his head. She smashed his skull into pieces when she pierced him through the side of his head.
Aatambũrũkirie guoko gwake akĩoya higĩ ya hema, akĩnyiita nyondo ya bundi na guoko kwa ũrĩo. Akĩringa Sisera, akĩmũhehenja mũtwe, akĩmũtheeca na agĩthethera thikĩrĩrio yake.
27 He collapsed between her feet, he fell and he lay there. Between her feet he fell limp. The place he collapsed is where he was violently killed.
Akĩinama magũrũ-inĩ make, akĩgũa; agĩkoma hau. Akĩinama magũrũ-inĩ make, akĩgũa; o hau ainamire, no ho aagũire arĩ mũkuũ.
28 Out of a window she looked— the mother of Sisera looked through the lattice and she called out in sadness, 'Why has it taken his chariot so long to come? Why have the hoofbeats of the horses that pull his chariots been delayed?'
“Nyina wa Sisera agĩcũthĩrĩria na ndirica; akĩanĩrĩra arĩ gatirica-inĩ kau, akiuga atĩrĩ, ‘Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ngaari yake ya ita ĩikare ũguo ĩtookĩte? inegene rĩa magũrũ ma ngaari cia ita-rĩ, rĩcereirwo kũ?’
29 Her wisest princesses replied, and she gave herself the same answer:
Atumia ake arĩa oogĩ mũno makamũcookagĩria; o nake agecookagĩria na ngoro yake atĩrĩ,
30 'Have they not found and divided up the plunder? —A womb, two wombs for every man; the plunder of dyed fabric for Sisera, the plunder of dyed fabric embroidered, two pieces of dyed fabric embroidered for the necks of those who plunder?'
‘Githĩ ti gwetha mareetha na makagayana indo cia ndaho: mũirĩtu ũmwe kana eerĩ harĩ o mũndũ, na nguo cia marangi maingĩ itahĩirwo Sisera, nguo cia marangi maingĩ iria ngʼemie, nguo iria ngʼemie mũno cia ngingo yakwa, icio ciothe nĩ cia gũtahwo?’
31 So may all your enemies perish, Yahweh! But your friends be like the sun when it rises in its might.” Then the land had peace for forty years.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio thũ ciaku iroothira, Wee Jehova! No arĩa makwendete-rĩ, marotuĩka ta riũa rĩkĩratha rĩrĩ na hinya warĩo.” Naguo bũrũri ũcio ũkĩgĩa na thayũ ihinda rĩa mĩaka mĩrongo ĩna.
