Job 10
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I 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 say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive [with] me.
Ngwĩra Ngai atĩrĩ: Tiga kũndua mwĩhia, no nyonia kĩrĩa ũrandũithĩria.
3 Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
Kaĩ ũkenagio nĩ kũũhinyĩrĩria, ũgathũũra wĩra wa moko maku, o rĩrĩa ũrakenera mathugunda ma andũ arĩa aaganu?
4 Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth — seest Thou?
Kaĩ maitho maku marĩ o ta maitho ma andũ? Kaĩ muonere waku ũhaana o ta wa mũndũ?
5 As the days of man [are] Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
Kaĩ matukũ maku maigana ta ma andũ, kana mĩaka yaku ĩkaigana o ta ya mũndũ,
6 That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
nĩguo ũcarĩrĩrie mahĩtia makwa, o na ũtuĩragie mehia makwa,
7 For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
o na gũtuĩka wee nĩũũĩ atĩ ndiĩhĩtie, na ũkamenya atĩ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũũhonokia moko-inĩ maku?
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
“Moko maku nĩmo maathondekire na makĩnyũmba. Rĩu nĩũgũkĩgarũrũka ũnyanange?
9 Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Ririkana atĩ wanyũũmbire ta rĩũmba. Rĩu ũgũcooka ũndue rũkũngũ rĩngĩ?
10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
Githĩ ndwanjitire ta iria, na ũgĩcooka ũkĩĩmatia ta maguta marĩo,
11 Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
ũkĩĩhumbĩra na nyama na gĩkonde, na ũkĩohania mahĩndĩ na mĩkiha yakwa hamwe.
12 Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
Nĩwaaheire muoyo o na ũkĩnyonia ũtugi waku; naguo ũmenyereri waku nĩguo ũtũirie roho wakwa.
13 And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this [is] with Thee.
“No nĩwahithire maũndũ maya ngoro-inĩ yaku, na nĩnjũũĩ no warĩ na ũndũ ũyũ meciiria-inĩ maku:
14 If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,
Ingĩehirie wee nĩwanyonaga, na ndũngĩagire kũũherithia nĩ ũndũ wa wĩhia wakwa.
15 If I have done wickedly — woe to me, And righteously — I lift not up my head, Full of shame — then see 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 And it riseth — as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back — Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
Ingĩtiira mũtwe wakwa-rĩ, wee ũnjeemaga o ta mũrũũthi, na ningĩ ũkonania ũhoti waku mũnene wa kũnjũkĩrĩra.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with 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 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩatũmire ũndute nda ya maitũ? Naarĩ korwo ndakuire itoneetwo nĩ maitho ma mũndũ o na ũmwe.
19 As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
Naarĩ korwo ndiaciarirwo, kana korwo ndaciarirwo njerekeirio mbĩrĩra!
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
Githĩ matukũ makwa o na marĩ manini matikirie gũthira? Tigana na niĩ nĩguo ngĩe na gĩkeno gwa kahinda kanini,
21 Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
kamũira thiĩte kũrĩa mũndũ athiiaga na ndacooke, bũrũri wa nduma, o nduma nene ya gĩkuũ,
22 A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade — and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.'
o bũrũri ũrĩa ũtukũ wakuo ũrĩ mũtumanu mũno, bũrũri wa nduma ya gĩkuũ, na ũtarĩ kĩhaarĩro, kũrĩa o na ũtheri ũhaana o ta nduma.”
