Ayubu 30
1 “No rĩu-rĩ, andũ ethĩ kũngĩra nĩmaanyũrũragia, arĩa o na itangĩendire gũturanĩra maithe mao na ngui ciakwa cia rũũru.
But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
2 Hinya wa moko mao ũngĩangʼunire nakĩ, kuona atĩ hinya wao nĩwamehereire?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
3 Nĩmathĩnĩkĩte nĩ ũndũ wa wagi na ngʼaragu, ũtukũ-rĩ, moorũũraga bũrũri mũngʼaru, bũrũri mwanangĩku ũkirĩte ihooru.
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
4 Maahaaraga nyeni cia mahuti ma cumbĩ kuuma ihinga-inĩ, na irio ciao ciarĩ mĩri ya mũtĩ wa kĩhaato.
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
5 Nĩmaingatirwo kuuma kũrĩ mũingĩ, makiugĩrĩrio ta maarĩ aici.
They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
6 Nĩmahatĩrĩirio maikarage mĩkuru-inĩ ya tũrũũĩ tũhũu, kũu ndwaro-inĩ cia mahiga na marima-inĩ marĩa marĩ thĩ.
They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
7 Maanagia ta nyamũ kũu ihinga-inĩ, makahatĩkanagĩra kũu mahuti-inĩ.
They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
8 Rũciaro rũtarĩ kĩene na rũtarĩ rĩĩtwa, nĩ rwarutũrũrirwo ruume kũu bũrũri-inĩ.
They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
9 “Na rĩu ariũ ao maraanyũrũria na rwĩmbo; ngagĩtuĩka wa kuunagwo thimo nĩo.
And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
10 Nĩmathũire na magaikaraga haraihu na niĩ; matiĩtigagĩra kũnduĩra mata ũthiũ.
I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
11 Nĩ ũndũ rĩu Ngai nĩaregeretie ũta wakwa, na akandeehera mathĩĩna-rĩ, matirĩ ũndũ merigagĩrĩria gwĩka marĩ harĩa ndĩ.
For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
12 Mwena wakwa wa ũrĩo kũrĩ rũrĩrĩ rũratharĩkĩra; maigagĩra magũrũ makwa mĩtego, na magaaka ihumbu ciao cia gũũtharĩkĩra.
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
13 Maharaganagia njĩra yakwa; mahotaga kũnyũnũha o na gũtarĩ na mũndũ ũramateithia.
They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
14 Mokĩte ta matoonyeire mwanya-inĩ mwariĩ; mokĩire gatagatĩ ga kũu kwanangĩku, makaamomokera.
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
15 Imakania nĩcihootete; gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa kĩũmbũrĩtwo ta kĩhurutĩtwo nĩ rũhuho, naguo ũgitĩri wakwa ũkabuĩria ta itu.
Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 “Na rĩu muoyo wakwa nĩũrathirĩrĩkĩra; matukũ ma thĩĩna nĩmanyiitĩte.
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 Ũtukũ ũtheecangaga mahĩndĩ makwa; ruo rwa gũthegenya rũtindigithagĩria.
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 Ngai angũnjakũnjaga ta nguo na ũndũ wa ũhoti wake mũnene; aanyiitaga ta kanjũ yakwa ngingo-inĩ.
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Anjikĩtie ndoro-inĩ, ngatuĩka ta rũkũngũ na ta mũhu.
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
20 “Nĩwe ndĩrakaĩra, o Wee Ngai, no ndũranjĩtĩka; ndĩrarũgama, no wee no kũndora ũrandora.
You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
21 Wee nĩũngarũrũkĩte ũtarĩ na tha; ũtharĩkĩire na hinya wa guoko gwaku.
You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22 Nĩũũhurĩtie, ũkaandindĩka mbere ya rũhuho; ũũnyugutanĩtie kĩhuhũkanio-inĩ.
Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
23 Nĩnjũũĩ nĩũkanginyia o gĩkuũ-inĩ, ũndware kũrĩa gwathĩrĩirwo arĩa othe marĩ muoyo.
For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
24 “Ti-itherũ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũũkagĩrĩra mũndũ ũthuthĩkĩte ngoro, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa egũkaya ateithio arĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ.
Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
25 Niĩ-rĩ, githĩ ndianarĩrio nĩ arĩa marĩ na thĩĩna? Githĩ ngoro yakwa ndĩanaiguĩra arĩa athĩĩni kĩeha?
Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
26 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa ndeerĩgagĩrĩra wega, ũũru ũgĩũka; rĩrĩa ndaacaragia ũtheri-rĩ, hĩndĩ ĩyo nduma ĩgĩũka.
For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
27 Nda yakwa ndĩtigaga kũruruma; matukũ ma thĩĩna nĩmanginyĩire.
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 Thiiaga njirĩte biũ, no ti ũndũ wa kũhĩa nĩ riũa; ngarũgama kĩũngano-inĩ ngakaya ndeithio.
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 Nduĩkĩte mũrũ wa nyina na mbwe, ngatuĩka mũthiritũ wa ndundu.
I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
30 Gĩkonde gĩakwa nĩkĩgarũrũkĩte, gĩgathita na gĩkoonũka; mwĩrĩ wakwa ũhiũhĩte nĩ ũrugarĩ.
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
31 Kĩnanda gĩakwa kĩa mũgeeto kĩrutaga o mũgambo wa gũcakaya, naguo mũtũrirũ wakwa ũkaruta o mũgambo wa kĩrĩro.
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
