Job 6
1 But Job answered and said,
Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
“Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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] within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God set themselves in array 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 when he hath 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 is unsavory 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 The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful food.
Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
“Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words 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? and what [is] my end, that I should prolong my life?
“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 brass?
Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
14 To him that is afflicted pity [should be shown] from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
“Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;
No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, [and] in which the snow is hid:
rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
17 In the time when they become warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
20 They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
21 For now ye are nothing: ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid.
O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
22 Did I say, Bring to me? or Give a reward for me of your substance?
Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand in what I have erred.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?
Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
27 Yes, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig [a pit] for your friend.
Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for [it is] evident to you if I lie.
“No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
29 Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yes, return again, my righteousness [is] in it.
Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
