Job 13
1 Lo, all — hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
“Atĩrĩrĩ, maitho makwa nĩmonete maũndũ macio mothe, matũ makwa nĩmamaiguĩte na magataũkĩrwo nĩmo.
2 According to your knowledge I have known — also I. I am not fallen more than you.
Ũrĩa mũũĩ o na niĩ nĩnjũũĩ; mũtirĩ oogĩ kũngĩra.
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
No niĩ ndĩrenda kwaria na Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, na ngerirĩria gũciira na Mũrungu.
4 And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought — all of you,
No inyuĩ-rĩ, mũranjigĩrĩra ndeto cia maheeni; inyuothe mũrĩ athondekani a tũhũ!
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Naarĩ korwo mwakira ki! Ũndũ ũcio ũngĩtuĩka ũũgĩ harĩ inyuĩ.
6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
Na rĩrĩ, thikĩrĩriai kĩhooto gĩakwa; iguai gũthaithana kwa mĩromo yakwa.
7 For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
Kaĩ mũngĩaria ũũru mũkĩarĩrĩria Mũrungu? Kaĩ mũngĩaria maheeni igũrũ rĩake?
8 His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Kaĩ mũngĩmuonia kĩmenyano? Kaĩ mũgũciirĩrĩra Mũrungu?
9 Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
Angĩmũtuĩria inyuĩ-rĩ, ũndũ ũcio no ũtuĩke mwega? No mũmũheenie ta ũrĩa mũngĩheenia mũndũ?
10 He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
Ti-itherũ no amũrũithie mũngĩtuĩka a kuonania kĩmenyano na hitho.
11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
Hĩ, riiri wake ndũngĩmũmakia? Mũtingĩnyiitwo nĩ guoya nĩ ũndũ wake?
12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Mĩario yanyu ya ũũgĩ nĩ thimo hũthũ o ta mũhu; ihooto cianyu no ta kwĩgitĩra na rĩũmba.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
“Kirai ki, mũreke njarie; o ũrĩa ndĩrĩona-rĩ, rekei nyone.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩgũtũma ndĩtoonyie ũgwati-inĩ na ngaiga muoyo wakwa moko-inĩ makwa?
15 Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
O na angĩnjũraga-rĩ, niĩ nowe ndĩrĩĩhokaga; na ti-itherũ nĩ ngatetera mĩthiĩre yakwa hau mbere yake.
16 Also — He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
Ti-itherũ, ũndũ ũyũ noguo ũgaatuĩka wa kũũhonokia, nĩgũkorwo mũndũ ũtooĩ Ngai ndangĩũmĩrĩria gũũka mbere yake!
17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
Thikĩrĩriai wega ũhoro wakwa; matũ manyu nĩmakĩigue ũrĩa nguuga.
18 Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Ti-itherũ nĩhaarĩirie ciira wakwa, na nĩnjũũĩ nĩ nguoneka ndĩ wa kĩhooto.
19 Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Nĩ kũrĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota gũũthitanga? Angĩkorwo nĩ kũrĩ-rĩ, no gũkira ngũkira ngue.
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
“Wee Ngai, ta kĩĩhe o maũndũ maya meerĩ, na ndigũcooka gũkwĩhitha:
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
Atĩrĩ, eheria guoko gwaku, gũikare kũraya na niĩ, na ũtige kũũmakia na imakania ciaku.
22 And call Thou, and I — I answer, Or — I speak, and answer Thou me.
Ningĩ ũnjĩte na nĩngwĩtĩka, kana ũkĩreke njarie, nawe ũnjookerie.
23 How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
Nĩ mahĩtia na mehia maigana niĩ njĩkĩte? Nyonia ihĩtia na rĩĩhia rĩakwa.
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
Ũraahitha ũthiũ waku nĩkĩ, na ũkandua thũ yaku?
25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
Nĩũngĩnyamaria ithangũ rĩrahurutwo nĩ rũhuho? Nĩũgũtengʼerania na maragara momũ?
26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
Nĩgũkorwo nĩ wandĩkĩte maũndũ marũrũ ma kũnjũkĩrĩra, na ũkaangaĩra igai rĩa mehia ma ũnini wakwa.
27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
Wohaga magũrũ makwa na mĩnyororo; ũrangagĩra njĩra ciakwa ciothe na ũndũ wa gũcora njoro makinya ma magũrũ makwa.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
“Nĩ ũndũ ũcio mũndũ amocaga ta kĩndũ kĩbuthĩte, agathira ta nguo ĩrĩĩtwo nĩ memenyi.
