Job 3
1 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
Thuutha wa matukũ macio, Ayubu agĩtumũra kanua, akĩruma mũthenya ũrĩa aaciarirwo.
2 And Job answereth and saith: —
Akiuga atĩrĩ:
3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'
“Mũthenya ũrĩa niĩ ndaciarirwo ũroora, o na ũtukũ ũcio kwerirwo atĩrĩ, ‘Mũtumia nĩaciara mwana wa kahĩĩ!’
4 That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, ũrotuĩka o nduma; Ngai arĩ igũrũ aroaga kũũrũmbũiya; mũthenya ũcio ũroaga gũthererwo nĩ ũtheri.
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
Mũthenya ũcio ũrokĩĩnyiitĩrwo nĩ nduma nene na kĩĩruru gĩa gĩkuũ; ũrohumbĩrwo nĩ itu; nduma ĩrotooria ũtheri waguo.
6 That night — let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
Ũtukũ ũcio-rĩ, ũronyiitwo nĩ nduma ndumanu; ũroaga gũtaranĩrio na mĩthenya ĩrĩa ĩngĩ ya mwaka, o na kana ũtarwo harĩ mweri o na ũrĩkũ.
7 Lo! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
Ũtukũ ũcio ũrothaata; o na gũtikanoigwo ngemi ũtukũ ũcio.
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
Arĩa marumaga mĩthenya maroruma mũthenya ũcio, o acio moĩ kwarahũra nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
Njata ciaguo cia rũciinĩ irotuĩka nduma; ũroeterera ũtheri na wage kũwona, o na ũroaga kuona ruoro rũgĩtema,
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
nĩ ũndũ ndũigana kũhinga mĩrango ya nda ya maitũ, na ndũigana kũgirĩrĩria maitho makwa kuona thĩĩna.
11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
“Ndaagire gũkua ngĩciarwo nĩkĩ? Ndaagire gũkua ngiuma nda nĩkĩ?
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
Ndaamũkĩrirwo maru-inĩ nĩkĩ? Ndaamũkĩrirwo nyondo-inĩ atĩ nĩguo nyongithio nĩkĩ?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,
Nĩgũkorwo rĩu ingĩkomete ndĩ na thayũ; rĩu ingĩrĩ toro hurũkĩte
14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
hamwe na athamaki na aheani kĩrĩra a gũkũ thĩ arĩa meeyakĩire kũndũ kũrĩa kwanangĩku rĩngĩ,
15 Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
o hamwe na aathani arĩa maarĩ na thahabu, o arĩa maiyũrĩtie nyũmba ciao betha.
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)
Ningĩ-rĩ, nĩ kĩĩ kĩagiririe thikwo tĩĩri-inĩ ta kĩhuno o na kana ta gakenge karĩa gatoonire ũtheri wa riũa?
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
Kũu andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmatigĩte kũnyamarĩka, na kũu arĩa anogu nĩmahurũkĩte.
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
Kũu-rĩ, mĩgwate o nayo nĩĩkenagĩra kwaraha kwayo; nĩĩtigĩte kũigua kĩgũthũko kĩa nyabaara ya ngombo.
19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
Andũ arĩa anini na arĩa anene othe marĩ kuo, nayo ngombo nĩĩrekereirio kuuma kũrĩ mũmĩathi.
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
“Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga andũ arĩa marĩ na mĩnyamaro maheo ũtheri, naguo muoyo ũkaheo arĩa marĩ na ruo rwa ngoro,
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
o acio meriragĩria gĩkuũ na gĩtingĩũka, o arĩa magĩcaragia gũkĩra kĩndũ kĩa goro kĩrĩa kĩhithe,
22 Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
acio maiyũragwo nĩ gĩkeno magakena maakinya mbĩrĩra?
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmaga muoyo ũheo mũndũ ũũrĩte njĩra, o ũcio mũhingĩrĩrie nĩ Ngai?
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
Nĩ ũndũ handũ ha ndĩe irio, no kuumwo nyumagwo nĩ ngoro; nakuo gũcaaya gwakwa gũitĩkaga ta maaĩ.
25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
Ũndũ ũrĩa ndeetigagĩra nĩũngorete; ũndũ ũrĩa wamakagia mũno nĩguo ũnginyĩrĩire.
26 I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!
Ndionaga thayũ, o na kana ngahoorera; ndionaga ũhurũko, no mĩnyamaro.”
