Ayubu 29
1 Ningĩ Ayubu nĩathiire na mbere kwaria, akiuga atĩrĩ:
And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
2 “Naarĩ korwo no haane ũrĩa ndaatariĩ mĩeri ĩrĩa ya tene, matukũ-inĩ marĩa Ngai aamenyagĩrĩra,
Who doth make me as [in] months past, As [in] the days of God's preserving me?
3 rĩrĩa tawa wake wamũrĩkaga igũrũ rĩa mũtwe wakwa, na ũndũ wa ũtheri wake ngatuĩkanagĩria nduma-inĩ!
In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk [through] darkness.
4 Korwo ndariĩ ũrĩa ndatariĩ matukũ-inĩ marĩa ndagaacĩire biũ, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa kuumĩrania ngoro na Ngai kwarathimaga nyũmba yakwa,
As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
5 rĩrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe aarĩ hamwe na niĩ, nacio ciana ciakwa ikandigiicĩria,
When yet the Mighty One [is] with me. Round about me — my young ones,
6 rĩrĩa gacĩra gakwa kaihũgĩtio nĩ kĩrimũ kĩa iria, naruo rwaro rwa ihiga rũgaatherũkagĩra tũrũũĩ twa maguta ma mũtamaiyũ!
When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock [is] with me rivulets of oil.
7 “Rĩrĩa ndaathiiaga kĩhingo-inĩ kĩa itũũra inene, na ngaikarĩra gĩtĩ gĩakwa hau kĩaraho-inĩ-rĩ,
When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.
8 aanake maanyonaga makeehera, nao athuuri makarũgama,
Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen — they stood up.
9 andũ arĩa anene maatigaga kwaria, makahumbĩra tũnua twao na moko;
Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth.
10 mĩgambo ya andũ arĩa marĩ igweta ĩgakirio, nacio nĩmĩ ciao ikanyiitana na karakara.
The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.
11 Ũrĩa wothe wanjiguaga ngĩaria aaragia wega igũrũ rĩakwa, nao arĩa maanyonaga makangaathĩrĩria,
For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth [to] me.
12 nĩ ũndũ nĩndahatũraga arĩa athĩĩni maakaya mateithio, o na arĩa mataarĩ na maithe maagĩte mũndũ wa kũmateithia.
For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.
13 Mũndũ agĩkua nĩandaathimaga; nĩndatũmaga ngoro ya mũtumia wa ndigwa ĩine.
The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.
14 Ndehumbaga ũthingu ta nguo; ciira wa kĩhooto nĩguo warĩ nguo yakwa ya igũrũ, o na kĩremba gĩakwa.
Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.
15 Nĩ niĩ ndaarĩ maitho ma arĩa atumumu, na magũrũ ma arĩa ithua.
Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame [am] I.
16 Ndaarĩ ithe wa arĩa abatari; nĩndaciiragĩrĩra o na mũndũ itooĩ.
A father I [am] to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.
17 Ningĩ nĩndoinangaga magego ma arĩa aaganu, na ngahuria arĩa maarĩ magego-inĩ mao.
And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
18 “Ndeciiragia atĩrĩ, ‘Niĩ ngaakuĩra gwakwa nyũmba, matukũ makwa marĩ maingĩ ta mũthanga.
And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'
19 Mĩri yakwa ĩgataamba ĩkinye maaĩ-inĩ, narĩo ireera rĩkoragwo honge-inĩ ciakwa ũtukũ wothe.
My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
20 Riiri wakwa ũgũtũũra werũhagio thĩinĩ wakwa, naguo ũta wakwa ũtũũre ũrĩ mwerũ guoko-inĩ gwakwa.’
My honour [is] fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
21 “Andũ maathikagĩrĩria marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro, meetagĩrĩra kĩrĩra gĩakwa makirĩte.
To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.
22 Ndaarĩkia kwaria-rĩ, matiacookaga kwaria; ciugo ciakwa ciatoonyaga matũ mao kahora ihooreire.
After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,
23 Maanjetagĩrĩra ta andũ metereire mbura, na makanyua ciugo ciakwa o ta mbura ĩrĩa ya kũrigĩrĩria.
And they wait as [for] rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide [As] for the latter rain.
24 Ndaamathekathekagia moorĩtwo nĩ hinya makaaga gwĩtĩkia; ũtheri wa ũthiũ wakwa warĩ wa bata mũno kũrĩ o.
I laugh unto them — they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.
25 Nĩ niĩ ndamoonagia njĩra, ngaikaraga ta ndĩ mũnene wao; ndatũũraga ta mũthamaki arĩ gatagatĩ ga ita rĩake; ningĩ ndaatariĩ ta mũndũ ũrĩa ũhooragĩria arĩa maracakaya.
I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
