Ayubu 6
1 Ningĩ Ayubu agĩcookia atĩrĩ:
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 “Naarĩ korwo ruo rũrũ ndĩ naruo rwathimwo, nayo mĩnyamaro ĩno ndĩ nayo yothe ĩigĩrĩrwo ratiri igũrũ!
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
3 Ti-itherũ yakorwo ĩrĩ mĩritũ gũkĩra mũthanga ũrĩa ũrĩ maria-inĩ marĩa manene; na nĩkĩo ndĩrahiũhire kwaria.
For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
4 Mĩguĩ ya Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩĩndoonyete, naguo roho wakwa nĩũranyua ũrũrũ wayo; maũndũ ma kũmakania mũno ma Ngai nĩmerekeirio harĩ niĩ.
For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
5 Njagĩ ya werũ-inĩ-rĩ, nĩyaanagia rĩrĩa ĩrĩ na nyeki ya kũrĩa, kana ndegwa ĩkaania rĩrĩa ĩtuĩrĩirwo?
Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Irio itarĩ mũcamo nĩ irĩĩkaga itekĩrĩtwo cumbĩ? Mũruru wa itumbĩ ũrĩa mwerũ-rĩ, nĩ urĩ mũrĩo?
Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 Niĩ ndingĩcihutia; irio ta icio no itũme njire ngoro.
My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
8 “Naarĩ korwo ndaheo ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrahooya, korwo Ngai aahe ũndũ ũrĩa ndĩrerirĩria,
Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
9 naguo nĩ atĩ Ngai eetĩkĩre kũũmemenda, arekererie guoko gwake kũũniine!
That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
10 Hĩndĩ ĩyo no ngĩe na ũndũ wa kũũhooreria, ũndũ wa gĩkeno ruo-inĩ rũrũ rũtarathira, atĩ niĩ ndikaanĩte ciugo cia Ũrĩa Mũtheru.
So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, —That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.
11 “Ndĩ na hinya ũrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo njikare ndĩ na mwĩhoko? Ndĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro kĩrĩkũ atĩ nĩguo ngirĩrĩrie?
What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
12 Niĩ ndĩ hinya ta ihiga? Mwĩrĩ wakwa nĩ wa gĩcango?
Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
13 Niĩ ndĩ na hinya wa gwĩteithia, kuona atĩ rĩu nĩndunyĩtwo ũhootani?
Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
14 “Mũndũ ũtarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro aagĩrĩire gũteithio nĩ arata ake, o na angĩkorwo nĩatiganĩirie ũhoro wa gwĩtigĩra Ũrĩa Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
15 No ariũ a baba maagĩte kwĩhokeka o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũhũaga, ningĩ o ta tũrũũĩ tũrĩa tũiyũraga tũkoina,
Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
16 rĩrĩa tũirĩtio nĩ mbarabu ĩgĩtweka, na tũkaiyũrwo nĩ tharunji ĩrĩa ĩratweka,
Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
17 no rĩrĩ, tũtithereraga rĩrĩa kwara, na hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ tũkahũa mĩtaro-inĩ yatuo.
By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
18 Ikundi cia agendi nĩithaamaga njĩra ciacio, ikambata werũ-inĩ, igathirĩra kuo.
Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
19 Ikundi cia agendi cia Tema icaragia maaĩ, agendi a wonjoria a Sheba makamacaria marĩ na mwĩhoko.
The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
20 Magathĩĩnĩka, tondũ makoretwo marĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro; no maakinya ho magakora hatirĩ kĩndũ.
They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
21 O na inyuĩ-rĩ, mũtuĩkĩte andũ matangĩheana ũteithio; muonaga ũndũ wa kũmakania mũgetigĩra.
For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
22 Niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ndĩ ndoiga atĩrĩ: ‘Heanai kĩndũ nĩ ũndũ wakwa, ngũũrai na indo cianyu,
Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
23 honokiai guoko-inĩ gwa thũ, ngũũrai kuuma moko-inĩ ma arĩa matarĩ tha’?
And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
24 “Atĩrĩrĩ, ndutaai ũhoro na nĩngũkira; nyonereriai harĩa hĩtĩtie.
Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
25 Kaĩ ciugo cia ma irĩ ruo-ĩ! No rĩrĩ, ngarari cianyu nĩ kĩhooto kĩrĩkũ irarehe?
How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
26 Anga mũrenda kũruta mahĩtia ũrĩa njugĩte, mũgatua ciugo cia mũndũ ũũmĩirwo tha taarĩ rũhuho?
To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
27 Inyuĩ o na no mũcuukĩre mwana wa ngoriai mĩtĩ, na mwendie mũrata wanyu.
Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
28 “No rĩu-rĩ, ndamũthaitha mwĩtĩkĩre kũndora. Anga no ngĩheenanie o maitho-inĩ manyu?
But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
29 Mwĩcũraniei nĩguo mũtikogomie kĩhooto; njookererai, nĩgũkorwo wĩhokeku wakwa nĩguo ũraarũithio.
Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
30 Nĩ kũrĩ wĩhia ũrĩ mĩromo-inĩ yakwa? Anga kanua gakwa gatingĩhota gũkũũrana maũndũ ma rũmena?
Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
