Proverbs 7
1 My son, keep my words. Lay up my commandments within you.
Mũrũ wakwa, tũũra ũrũmĩtie ciugo ciakwa, na wĩigĩre maathani makwa thĩinĩ waku.
2 Keep my commandments and live! Guard my teaching as the apple of your eye.
Rũmia maathani makwa, na nĩũgatũũra muoyo; gitagĩra morutani makwa o ta kĩũma kĩa riitho rĩaku.
3 Bind them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Mohagĩrĩre ciara-inĩ ciaku; ũmaandĩke kĩhengere-inĩ kĩa ngoro yaku.
4 Tell wisdom, “You are my sister.” Call understanding your relative,
Ĩra ũũgĩ atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe mwarĩ wa maitũ,” naguo ũtaũku ũwĩtage mũndũ wa nyũmba yanyu;
5 that they may keep you from the strange woman, from the foreigner who flatters with her words.
nĩcirĩkweheragia harĩ mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio mũtharia, o na kuuma kũrĩ mũtumia ũcio ũtarĩ mwĩhokeku, hamwe na ciugo ciake cia kũheenanĩrĩria.
6 For at the window of my house, I looked out through my lattice.
Ndĩ ndirica-inĩ ya nyũmba yakwa-rĩ, nĩndacũthĩrĩirie na nja kamwanya-inĩ,
7 I saw among the simple ones. I discerned among the youths a young man void of understanding,
ngĩona kĩmwana gatagatĩ ka arĩa matarĩ oogĩ, na ngĩkũũrana gatagatĩ ka aanake, mũndũ mwĩthĩ ũtaarĩ na ũũgĩ wa gũkũũrana maũndũ.
8 passing through the street near her corner, he went the way to her house,
Aikũrũkaga na njĩra ĩrĩa yarĩ hakuhĩ na koine ya kwa mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio, agĩthiĩ na njĩra ĩyo yerekeire na gwake mũciĩ,
9 in the twilight, in the evening of the day, in the middle of the night and in the darkness.
na kwarĩ na mairia o kahwaĩ-inĩ gũgĩtukatuka, gũkĩambĩrĩria kũgĩa nduma ya ũtukũ.
10 Behold, there a woman met him with the attire of a prostitute, and with crafty intent.
Na rĩrĩ, hagĩũka mũndũ-wa-nja kũmũtũnga, wehumbĩte nguo ta mũmaraya, arĩ na wara ngoro-inĩ.
11 She is loud and defiant. Her feet don’t stay in her house.
(Nĩ mũnegeni na mũngʼathia, na magũrũ make matikiragĩrĩria mũciĩ;
12 Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, and lurking at every corner.
rĩmwe arĩ njĩra-inĩ, na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ arĩ ihaaro-inĩ, ehithagĩre andũ koine-inĩ ciothe cia njĩra.)
13 So she caught him, and kissed him. With an impudent face she said to him:
Nake akĩnyiita mwanake ũcio, akĩmũmumunya, na akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ ategũconoka,
14 “Sacrifices of peace offerings are with me. Today I have paid my vows.
“Ndĩ na maruta ma ngwatanĩro mũciĩ, tondũ ũmũthĩ nĩhingirie mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa.
15 Therefore I came out to meet you, to diligently seek your face, and I have found you.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndoimagara, ndooka gũgũtũnga; ngũgũcarĩtie mũno, na rĩu nĩndakuona!
16 I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, with striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt.
Nĩnjarĩte ũrĩrĩ wakwa na macuka ma gatani ma marangi kuuma Misiri.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Ũrĩrĩ ũcio wakwa nĩndĩũitĩrĩirie indo nungi wega ta manemane, na thubiri, o na mũndarathini.
18 Come, let’s take our fill of loving until the morning. Let’s solace ourselves with loving.
Ũka twĩhũũnie wendo nginya rũciinĩ; reke twĩkenie na wendo!
19 For my husband isn’t at home. He has gone on a long journey.
Mũthuuri wakwa ndarĩ mũciĩ; nĩathiĩte rũgendo rũraihu.
20 He has taken a bag of money with him. He will come home at the full moon.”
Nĩathiire na mũhuko wake ũiyũrĩte mbeeca, na akainũka mũciĩ o rĩrĩa mweri ũkaiganana.”
21 With persuasive words, she led him astray. With the flattering of her lips, she seduced him.
Agĩkĩmũheenereria na ciugo, akĩmũhĩtithia; agĩkĩmuuha na mĩario yake mĩnyoroku.
22 He followed her immediately, as an ox goes to the slaughter, as a fool stepping into a noose.
O rĩmwe akĩmũrũmĩrĩra ta ndegwa ĩgĩthiĩ gũthĩnjwo, kana ta thwariga ĩgĩtoonya kĩana-inĩ kĩa mũtego,
23 Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn’t know that it will cost his life.
nginya akaaya gũtheecwo ini nĩ mĩguĩ, akahaana ta nyoni ĩguthũkĩte mũtego-inĩ, ĩtekũmenya o na hanini atĩ ũndũ ũcio no ũmĩrute muoyo.
24 Now therefore, sons, listen to me. Pay attention to the words of my mouth.
Atĩrĩrĩ, ariũ akwa, ta thikĩrĩriai; tegai matũ mũigue ũrĩa ngũmwĩra.
25 Don’t let your heart turn to her ways. Don’t go astray in her paths,
Mũtikanareke ngoro cianyu ĩrũmĩrĩre mĩthiĩre yake, kana mũingĩre njĩra-inĩ ciake.
26 for she has thrown down many wounded. Yes, all her slain are a mighty army.
Nĩ andũ aingĩ arĩkĩtie kũrũnda; arĩa oragĩte nĩ kĩrĩndĩ kĩingĩ mũno.
