Ayubu 13
1 “Atĩrĩrĩ, maitho makwa nĩmonete maũndũ macio mothe, matũ makwa nĩmamaiguĩte na magataũkĩrwo nĩmo.
“Behold, my eye has seen all, My ear has heard, and it attends to it.
2 Ũrĩa mũũĩ o na niĩ nĩnjũũĩ; mũtirĩ oogĩ kũngĩra.
According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.
3 No niĩ ndĩrenda kwaria na Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, na ngerirĩria gũciira na Mũrungu.
Yet I speak for the Mighty One, And I delight to argue for God.
4 No inyuĩ-rĩ, mũranjigĩrĩra ndeto cia maheeni; inyuothe mũrĩ athondekani a tũhũ!
And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nothing—all of you,
5 Naarĩ korwo mwakira ki! Ũndũ ũcio ũngĩtuĩka ũũgĩ harĩ inyuĩ.
O that you would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6 Na rĩrĩ, thikĩrĩriai kĩhooto gĩakwa; iguai gũthaithana kwa mĩromo yakwa.
Please hear my argument, And attend to the pleadings of my lips,
7 Kaĩ mũngĩaria ũũru mũkĩarĩrĩria Mũrungu? Kaĩ mũngĩaria maheeni igũrũ rĩake?
Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?
8 Kaĩ mũngĩmuonia kĩmenyano? Kaĩ mũgũciirĩrĩra Mũrungu?
Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?
9 Angĩmũtuĩria inyuĩ-rĩ, ũndũ ũcio no ũtuĩke mwega? No mũmũheenie ta ũrĩa mũngĩheenia mũndũ?
Is [it] good that He searches you, If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?
10 Ti-itherũ no amũrũithie mũngĩtuĩka a kuonania kĩmenyano na hitho.
He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.
11 Hĩ, riiri wake ndũngĩmũmakia? Mũtingĩnyiitwo nĩ guoya nĩ ũndũ wake?
Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?
12 Mĩario yanyu ya ũũgĩ nĩ thimo hũthũ o ta mũhu; ihooto cianyu no ta kwĩgitĩra na rĩũmba.
Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, For high places of clay [are] your heights.
13 “Kirai ki, mũreke njarie; o ũrĩa ndĩrĩona-rĩ, rekei nyone.
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me what will.
14 Nĩ kĩĩ gĩgũtũma ndĩtoonyie ũgwati-inĩ na ngaiga muoyo wakwa moko-inĩ makwa?
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 O na angĩnjũraga-rĩ, niĩ nowe ndĩrĩĩhokaga; na ti-itherũ nĩ ngatetera mĩthiĩre yakwa hau mbere yake.
Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.
16 Ti-itherũ, ũndũ ũyũ noguo ũgaatuĩka wa kũũhonokia, nĩgũkorwo mũndũ ũtooĩ Ngai ndangĩũmĩrĩria gũũka mbere yake!
Also—He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane do not come before Him.
17 Thikĩrĩriai wega ũhoro wakwa; matũ manyu nĩmakĩigue ũrĩa nguuga.
Hear my word diligently, And my declaration with your ears.
18 Ti-itherũ nĩhaarĩirie ciira wakwa, na nĩnjũũĩ nĩ nguoneka ndĩ wa kĩhooto.
Now behold, I have set the cause in order, I have known that I am righteous.
19 Nĩ kũrĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota gũũthitanga? Angĩkorwo nĩ kũrĩ-rĩ, no gũkira ngũkira ngue.
Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 “Wee Ngai, ta kĩĩhe o maũndũ maya meerĩ, na ndigũcooka gũkwĩhitha:
Only two things, O God, do with me, Then I am not hidden from Your face:
21 Atĩrĩ, eheria guoko gwaku, gũikare kũraya na niĩ, na ũtige kũũmakia na imakania ciaku.
Put Your hand far off from me, And do not let Your terror terrify me.
22 Ningĩ ũnjĩte na nĩngwĩtĩka, kana ũkĩreke njarie, nawe ũnjookerie.
And You call, and I answer, Or—I speak, and You answer me.
23 Nĩ mahĩtia na mehia maigana niĩ njĩkĩte? Nyonia ihĩtia na rĩĩhia rĩakwa.
How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
24 Ũraahitha ũthiũ waku nĩkĩ, na ũkandua thũ yaku?
Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?
25 Nĩũngĩnyamaria ithangũ rĩrahurutwo nĩ rũhuho? Nĩũgũtengʼerania na maragara momũ?
Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?
26 Nĩgũkorwo nĩ wandĩkĩte maũndũ marũrũ ma kũnjũkĩrĩra, na ũkaangaĩra igai rĩa mehia ma ũnini wakwa.
For You write bitter things against me, And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,
27 Wohaga magũrũ makwa na mĩnyororo; ũrangagĩra njĩra ciakwa ciothe na ũndũ wa gũcora njoro makinya ma magũrũ makwa.
And you put my feet in the stocks, And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,
28 “Nĩ ũndũ ũcio mũndũ amocaga ta kĩndũ kĩbuthĩte, agathira ta nguo ĩrĩĩtwo nĩ memenyi.
And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, A moth has consumed him as a garment.”
