Job 10
1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Nĩthũire gũtũũra muoyo ũyũ; nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndikũhingĩrĩria mateta makwa, o na nĩ ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
Ngwĩra Ngai atĩrĩ: Tiga kũndua mwĩhia, no nyonia kĩrĩa ũrandũithĩria.
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
Kaĩ ũkenagio nĩ kũũhinyĩrĩria, ũgathũũra wĩra wa moko maku, o rĩrĩa ũrakenera mathugunda ma andũ arĩa aaganu?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
Kaĩ maitho maku marĩ o ta maitho ma andũ? Kaĩ muonere waku ũhaana o ta wa mũndũ?
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
Kaĩ matukũ maku maigana ta ma andũ, kana mĩaka yaku ĩkaigana o ta ya mũndũ,
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
nĩguo ũcarĩrĩrie mahĩtia makwa, o na ũtuĩragie mehia makwa,
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
o na gũtuĩka wee nĩũũĩ atĩ ndiĩhĩtie, na ũkamenya atĩ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũũhonokia moko-inĩ maku?
8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
“Moko maku nĩmo maathondekire na makĩnyũmba. Rĩu nĩũgũkĩgarũrũka ũnyanange?
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Ririkana atĩ wanyũũmbire ta rĩũmba. Rĩu ũgũcooka ũndue rũkũngũ rĩngĩ?
10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Githĩ ndwanjitire ta iria, na ũgĩcooka ũkĩĩmatia ta maguta marĩo,
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
ũkĩĩhumbĩra na nyama na gĩkonde, na ũkĩohania mahĩndĩ na mĩkiha yakwa hamwe.
12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Nĩwaaheire muoyo o na ũkĩnyonia ũtugi waku; naguo ũmenyereri waku nĩguo ũtũirie roho wakwa.
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
“No nĩwahithire maũndũ maya ngoro-inĩ yaku, na nĩnjũũĩ no warĩ na ũndũ ũyũ meciiria-inĩ maku:
14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
Ingĩehirie wee nĩwanyonaga, na ndũngĩagire kũũherithia nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhia wakwa.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
Kaĩ akorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie ndĩ na haaro-ĩ! O na ingĩiguĩka ndiĩkĩte ũũru, ndingĩhota gũtiira mũtwe wakwa, nĩgũkorwo njiyũrĩtwo nĩ thoni, na ngarikĩra mathĩĩna-inĩ makwa.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
Ingĩtiira mũtwe wakwa-rĩ, wee ũnjeemaga o ta mũrũũthi, na ningĩ ũkonania ũhoti waku mũnene wa kũnjũkĩrĩra.
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
Nĩũndeheire aira angĩ manjũkĩrĩre, na nĩwongereire marakara maku igũrũ rĩakwa; mbũtũ ciaku ikanjũkĩrĩra o ta makũmbĩ ma maaĩ marũmanĩrĩire.
18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩatũmire ũndute nda ya maitũ? Naarĩ korwo ndakuire itoneetwo nĩ maitho ma mũndũ o na ũmwe.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Naarĩ korwo ndiaciarirwo, kana korwo ndaciarirwo njerekeirio mbĩrĩra!
20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Githĩ matukũ makwa o na marĩ manini matikirie gũthira? Tigana na niĩ nĩguo ngĩe na gĩkeno gwa kahinda kanini,
21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
kamũira thiĩte kũrĩa mũndũ athiiaga na ndacooke, bũrũri wa nduma, o nduma nene ya gĩkuũ,
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
o bũrũri ũrĩa ũtukũ wakuo ũrĩ mũtumanu mũno, bũrũri wa nduma ya gĩkuũ, na ũtarĩ kĩhaarĩro, kũrĩa o na ũtheri ũhaana o ta nduma.”
