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