Ayubu 40
1 Ningĩ Jehova akĩĩra Ayubu atĩrĩ:
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
2 “Mũndũ ũrĩa ũrũaga na Mwene-Hinya-Wothe-rĩ, no amũrute mahĩtia? Ũcio ũkararagia Ngai-rĩ, nĩakĩmũcookerie!”
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
3 Nake Ayubu agĩcookeria Jehova, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ:
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
4 “Niĩ ndiagĩrĩire o na hanini; ndaakĩhota atĩa gũgũcookeria? Nĩndehumbĩra kanua na guoko.
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
5 Nĩndaririe rĩmwe, no ndirĩ na macookio; o na ngĩaria rĩa keerĩ, no ndirĩ na ũndũ ũngĩ nguuga.”
Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
6 Ningĩ Jehova akĩarĩria Ayubu arĩ kĩhuhũkanio-inĩ, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ:
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
7 “Wĩhotore ta mũndũ mũrũme; nĩngũkũũria ciũria, nawe ũkĩnjookerie.
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
8 “Gũtua ciira gwakwa na kĩhooto-rĩ, githĩ no ũkũmenererie? Githĩ no ũndue mwĩhia nĩgeetha wee ũtuĩke ndwĩhĩtie?
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
9 Wee-rĩ, ũrĩ na guoko ta kwa Mũrungu? Wee wahota kũruruma na mũgambo ta wake?
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
10 Ta kĩĩgemie na riiri na ũkengi, na wĩhumbe gĩtĩĩo na ũnene.
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
11 Rekereria marakara mahiũ ma mangʼũrĩ maku, wone mũndũ o wothe mwĩtĩĩi ũmũharũrũkie,
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
12 rora mũndũ o wothe mwĩtĩĩi na ũmũnyiihie, ũmemende andũ arĩa aaganu o harĩa marũngiĩ.
Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
13 Mathike othe hamwe tĩĩri-inĩ; ũmoohe mothiũ na nduma kũu mbĩrĩra-inĩ.
Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
14 Hĩndĩ ĩyo niĩ mwene nĩngetĩkania nawe atĩ guoko gwaku mwene kwa ũrĩo no gũkũhonokie.
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 “Ta rora nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩtagwo Behemothu, ĩyo ndoombire hamwe nawe, na ĩrĩĩaga nyeki ta ndegwa.
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
16 Nĩ hinya ũigana atĩa ĩrĩ naguo njohero, na nĩ ũhoti mũnene atĩa ũrĩ mĩkiha-inĩ yayo ya nda!
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
17 Ĩinagia mũtingʼoe wayo ta mũtarakwa; nga cia ciero ciayo ciohanĩtio hamwe ta mĩhĩndo.
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
18 Mahĩndĩ mayo mahaana ta mĩberethi ya gĩcango, nacio ciĩga ciayo cihaana ta irungʼo cia kĩgera.
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
19 Nĩyo nyamũ ya mbere harĩ ciũmbe cia Mũrungu, no rĩrĩ, Mũũmbi wayo nowe ũngĩmĩkuhĩrĩria na rũhiũ rwake rwa njora.
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
20 Irĩma ĩmĩheaga maciaro maacio, na nyamũ ciothe cia gĩthaka itũũhagĩra gũkuhĩ na kũu.
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
21 Ĩkomaga rungu rwa mahũa ma maaĩ-inĩ, ĩĩhithĩte thĩinĩ wa ithanjĩ kũrĩa kũrĩ mũtondo.
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
22 Mahũa macio ma maaĩ-inĩ makamĩhitha; nakĩo kĩĩruru kĩa mĩtĩ ya irura hũgũrũrũ-inĩ cia karũũĩ gĩkamĩthiũrũrũkĩria.
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Rĩrĩa rũũĩ ruoka na nditi, ndĩmakaga; nĩngitĩre, o na Rũũĩ rwa Jorodani rũngĩmĩiyũrĩrĩra nginya kanua.
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
24 Kũrĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũmĩnyiita rĩrĩa ĩĩhũũgĩte, kana amĩtege, amĩtũrĩkie iniũrũ na amĩĩkĩre kĩana kĩa rũrigi?
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
