Ayubu 18
1 Ningĩ Bilidadi ũrĩa Mũshuhi agĩcookia, akĩũria atĩrĩ:
Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
2 “Ũrĩĩtiga kwaria mĩario ĩno rĩ? Gĩa na ũũgĩ nĩguo o na ithuĩ tũhote kwaria.
“How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
3 Nĩ kĩĩ kĩratũma ũtuone tũhaana ta ngʼombe, na tũgatuuo irimũ maitho-inĩ maku?
Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
4 Wee ũrehanyũrũra nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ũrakarĩte-rĩ, thĩ no ĩthaamwo nĩ ũndũ waku? Kana no nginya ndwaro cia mahiga cieherio harĩa itũire?
You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
5 “Tawa wa mũndũ mwaganu nĩmũhorie; rũrĩrĩmbĩ rwa mwaki wake nĩrũtigĩte gwakana.
Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
6 Ũtheri ũrĩa ũrĩ thĩinĩ wa hema yake ũtuĩkĩte nduma; naguo tawa ũrĩa ũrĩ hakuhĩ nake ũkahora.
The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
7 Hinya wa mũkinyũkĩrie wake nĩmũhũthie; namo mathugunda make makamũgũithia thĩ.
His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
8 Makinya make mamũikagia wabu-inĩ, nake akoorũraga thĩinĩ wa marima mayo.
For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
9 Mũtego ũmũnyiitĩire ndiira-inĩ ya kũgũrũ; mũtego ũgakĩmũrũmia biũ.
A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
10 Ahithĩirwo kĩana kĩa rũrigi tĩĩri-inĩ, akaambĩrwo mũtego njĩra-inĩ yake.
A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
11 Imakania imuumagĩrĩra na mĩena yothe, na ikamũtengʼeragia harĩa hothe aagerera.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
12 Mũtino nĩũmũhũũtĩire; mwanangĩko wetereire agwe.
His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 Mũtino ũrĩĩaga icunjĩ cia gĩkonde gĩake; narĩo irigithathi rĩa gĩkuũ rĩgatambuuranga ciĩga ciake.
It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
14 Aguucĩtio, akarutwo ũgitĩri-inĩ wa hema yake, na agatwarwo kũrĩ mũthamaki wa imakania.
He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
15 Mwaki nĩguo ũtũũraga hema-inĩ yake; ũbiriti ũgwakana nĩũhurunjĩtwo gĩikaro gĩake.
Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
16 Mĩri yake yũmagĩra tĩĩri-inĩ, nacio honge ciake ikahooha na igũrũ.
The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
17 Kĩririkano gĩake nĩ gĩgaathira thĩ; ndarĩ rĩĩtwa bũrũri-inĩ.
The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
18 Akaarutũrũrwo ũtheri-inĩ atwarwo nduma-inĩ na nĩakaingatwo oime thĩ ĩno.
He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
19 Ndarĩ ciana kana njiaro thĩinĩ wa andũ ao, o na ndarĩ mũndũ wake ũgaatigara kũrĩa aatũũraga.
He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
20 Andũ a mwena wa ithũĩro nĩmakagegio nĩ maũndũ marĩa mamũkorete; andũ a mwena wa irathĩro manyiitwo nĩ kĩmako.
Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
21 Ti-itherũ ũguo nĩguo gĩikaro kĩa mũndũ mwaganu gũkahaana; kũndũ kwa mũndũ ũrĩa ũtooĩ Mũrungu-rĩ, gwake kũhaana ũguo.”
Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
