< Ayubu 7 >
1 “Githĩ mũndũ ndakoragwo na ũtungata mũritũ gũkũ thĩ? Githĩ matukũ make matihaana o ta ma mũndũ mwandĩke wĩra?
Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
2 O ta ngombo ĩkwĩrirĩria ciĩruru cia hwaĩ-inĩ, o na kana ta mũndũ mwandĩke ũgũthethũkĩra mũcaara wake-rĩ,
As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
3 ũguo nĩguo niĩ ngaĩirwo mĩeri ya tũhũ, na ngatuĩrwo atĩ ũtukũ ndaarage ndĩ na kĩeha.
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 Rĩrĩa ndakoma ndĩyũragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩrĩũkĩra rĩ?’ Ũtukũ ũkaraiha, na ngaraara ngĩĩgarũra nginya gũgakĩa.
When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
5 Mwĩrĩ wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ igunyũ na ngũcĩ, nakĩo gĩkonde gĩakwa gĩatũkangĩte na gĩgatogota.
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 “Matukũ makwa maraathira na ihenya rĩkĩrĩte rĩa kanyamũ karĩa gakonjithanagia uuthi ngoora ĩgĩtumwo, magagĩkinya mũthia itarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro.
My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7 Wee Ngai-rĩ, ririkana atĩ muoyo wakwa no ta mĩhũmũ; namo maitho makwa matigacooka kuona ũndũ mwega rĩngĩ.
O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
8 Riitho rĩrĩa rĩranyona rĩtigacooka kũnyona rĩngĩ; mũkaanjaria, no ndigakorwo ho.
The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
9 O ta ũrĩa itu rĩthiiaga rĩkabuĩria, ũguo noguo ũrĩa ũthiiaga mbĩrĩra-inĩ atacookaga kuoneka. (Sheol )
A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. (Sheol )
10 Ndagacooka kũinũka gwake mũciĩ; harĩa aaikaraga ndagacooka kuonwo ho.
He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
11 “Nĩ ũndũ ũcio-rĩ, ndigũkira; ngwaria nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa roho wakwa ũrĩ na ruo, ndĩtetere nĩ ũndũ wa ũrĩa ngoro yakwa ĩrĩ na marũrũ.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
12 Niĩ-rĩ, ndĩ iria rĩa maaĩ, kana nyamũ ĩrĩa nene ĩtũũraga iria thĩinĩ kũrĩa kũriku, atĩ nĩkĩo nangagĩrwo?
Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 Rĩrĩa ngwĩciiria ũrĩrĩ wakwa nĩguo ũkũũhooreria, na atĩ gĩtanda gĩakwa no kĩĩniinĩre gũteta-rĩ,
When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
14 o na hĩndĩ ĩyo ũũmakagia na irooto, o na ũkanjiguithia guoya na cioneki,
Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
15 nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngathuura kaba gũitwo, na gĩkuũ, handũ ha gũikara na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wakwa.
So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
16 Nĩthũire muoyo wakwa; ndikwenda gũtũũra nginya tene. Tigana na niĩ tondũ matukũ makwa no ma tũhũ.
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
17 “Mũndũ-rĩ, akĩrĩ kĩ, tondũ ũmwĩkĩrĩire ũguo, na ũkamũrũmbũyia mũno ũguo,
What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
18 atĩ ũmũthuthuuragia ngoro o rũciinĩ, na ũkamũgeragia mahinda mothe?
And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
19 Kaĩ gũtarĩ hĩndĩ ũgaatiga gũikara ũndorete, kana ũtigane na niĩ o na kahinda kanini?
How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
20 Angĩkorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie-rĩ, nĩ atĩa niĩ ngwĩkĩte, Wee mũrori wa andũ? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũnjorote? Kaĩ nduĩkĩte mũrigo harĩwe?
If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
21 Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiria ũnjohere mahĩtia makwa na ũndekere mehia makwa? Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ hakuhĩ gũkoma tĩĩri-inĩ; nawe nĩũkanjaria no ndigakorwo ho.”
And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.