Ayubu 30
1 “No rĩu-rĩ, andũ ethĩ kũngĩra nĩmaanyũrũragia, arĩa o na itangĩendire gũturanĩra maithe mao na ngui ciakwa cia rũũru.
But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Hinya wa moko mao ũngĩangʼunire nakĩ, kuona atĩ hinya wao nĩwamehereire?
Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?
3 Nĩmathĩnĩkĩte nĩ ũndũ wa wagi na ngʼaragu, ũtukũ-rĩ, moorũũraga bũrũri mũngʼaru, bũrũri mwanangĩku ũkirĩte ihooru.
By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.
4 Maahaaraga nyeni cia mahuti ma cumbĩ kuuma ihinga-inĩ, na irio ciao ciarĩ mĩri ya mũtĩ wa kĩhaato.
They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.
5 Nĩmaingatirwo kuuma kũrĩ mũingĩ, makiugĩrĩrio ta maarĩ aici.
They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.
6 Nĩmahatĩrĩirio maikarage mĩkuru-inĩ ya tũrũũĩ tũhũu, kũu ndwaro-inĩ cia mahiga na marima-inĩ marĩa marĩ thĩ.
They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.
7 Maanagia ta nyamũ kũu ihinga-inĩ, makahatĩkanagĩra kũu mahuti-inĩ.
They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.
8 Rũciaro rũtarĩ kĩene na rũtarĩ rĩĩtwa, nĩ rwarutũrũrirwo ruume kũu bũrũri-inĩ.
An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.
9 “Na rĩu ariũ ao maraanyũrũria na rwĩmbo; ngagĩtuĩka wa kuunagwo thimo nĩo.
And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!
10 Nĩmathũire na magaikaraga haraihu na niĩ; matiĩtigagĩra kũnduĩra mata ũthiũ.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.
11 Nĩ ũndũ rĩu Ngai nĩaregeretie ũta wakwa, na akandeehera mathĩĩna-rĩ, matirĩ ũndũ merigagĩrĩria gwĩka marĩ harĩa ndĩ.
Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.
12 Mwena wakwa wa ũrĩo kũrĩ rũrĩrĩ rũratharĩkĩra; maigagĩra magũrũ makwa mĩtego, na magaaka ihumbu ciao cia gũũtharĩkĩra.
On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.
13 Maharaganagia njĩra yakwa; mahotaga kũnyũnũha o na gũtarĩ na mũndũ ũramateithia.
They break up my path; They hasten my fall, —They who have no helper!
14 Mokĩte ta matoonyeire mwanya-inĩ mwariĩ; mokĩire gatagatĩ ga kũu kwanangĩku, makaamomokera.
They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.
15 Imakania nĩcihootete; gĩtĩĩo gĩakwa kĩũmbũrĩtwo ta kĩhurutĩtwo nĩ rũhuho, naguo ũgitĩri wakwa ũkabuĩria ta itu.
Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.
16 “Na rĩu muoyo wakwa nĩũrathirĩrĩkĩra; matukũ ma thĩĩna nĩmanyiitĩte.
And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 Ũtukũ ũtheecangaga mahĩndĩ makwa; ruo rwa gũthegenya rũtindigithagĩria.
By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.
18 Ngai angũnjakũnjaga ta nguo na ũndũ wa ũhoti wake mũnene; aanyiitaga ta kanjũ yakwa ngingo-inĩ.
Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 Anjikĩtie ndoro-inĩ, ngatuĩka ta rũkũngũ na ta mũhu.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 “Nĩwe ndĩrakaĩra, o Wee Ngai, no ndũranjĩtĩka; ndĩrarũgama, no wee no kũndora ũrandora.
I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.
21 Wee nĩũngarũrũkĩte ũtarĩ na tha; ũtharĩkĩire na hinya wa guoko gwaku.
Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.
22 Nĩũũhurĩtie, ũkaandindĩka mbere ya rũhuho; ũũnyugutanĩtie kĩhuhũkanio-inĩ.
Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.
23 Nĩnjũũĩ nĩũkanginyia o gĩkuũ-inĩ, ũndware kũrĩa gwathĩrĩirwo arĩa othe marĩ muoyo.
I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.
24 “Ti-itherũ gũtirĩ mũndũ ũũkagĩrĩra mũndũ ũthuthĩkĩte ngoro, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa egũkaya ateithio arĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ.
When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.
25 Niĩ-rĩ, githĩ ndianarĩrio nĩ arĩa marĩ na thĩĩna? Githĩ ngoro yakwa ndĩanaiguĩra arĩa athĩĩni kĩeha?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa ndeerĩgagĩrĩra wega, ũũru ũgĩũka; rĩrĩa ndaacaragia ũtheri-rĩ, hĩndĩ ĩyo nduma ĩgĩũka.
But when I looked for good, then evil came; When I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 Nda yakwa ndĩtigaga kũruruma; matukũ ma thĩĩna nĩmanginyĩire.
My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.
28 Thiiaga njirĩte biũ, no ti ũndũ wa kũhĩa nĩ riũa; ngarũgama kĩũngano-inĩ ngakaya ndeithio.
I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.
29 Nduĩkĩte mũrũ wa nyina na mbwe, ngatuĩka mũthiritũ wa ndundu.
I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30 Gĩkonde gĩakwa nĩkĩgarũrũkĩte, gĩgathita na gĩkoonũka; mwĩrĩ wakwa ũhiũhĩte nĩ ũrugarĩ.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.
31 Kĩnanda gĩakwa kĩa mũgeeto kĩrutaga o mũgambo wa gũcakaya, naguo mũtũrirũ wakwa ũkaruta o mũgambo wa kĩrĩro.
My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.
