Thimo 7
1 Mũrũ wakwa, tũũra ũrũmĩtie ciugo ciakwa, na wĩigĩre maathani makwa thĩinĩ waku.
My son, keep my words. Lay up my mitzvot ·instructions· within you.
2 Rũmia maathani makwa, na nĩũgatũũra muoyo; gitagĩra morutani makwa o ta kĩũma kĩa riitho rĩaku.
Obey my mitzvot ·instructions· and live! Guard my teaching as the apple of your eye.
3 Mohagĩrĩre ciara-inĩ ciaku; ũmaandĩke kĩhengere-inĩ kĩa ngoro yaku.
Bind them on your fingers. Write them on the tablet of your heart.
4 Ĩra ũũgĩ atĩrĩ, “Wee nĩwe mwarĩ wa maitũ,” naguo ũtaũku ũwĩtage mũndũ wa nyũmba yanyu;
Tell wisdom, “You are my sister.” Call understanding your relative,
5 nĩcirĩkweheragia harĩ mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio mũtharia, o na kuuma kũrĩ mũtumia ũcio ũtarĩ mwĩhokeku, hamwe na ciugo ciake cia kũheenanĩrĩria.
that they may keep you from the strange woman, from the foreigner who flatters with her words.
6 Ndĩ ndirica-inĩ ya nyũmba yakwa-rĩ, nĩndacũthĩrĩirie na nja kamwanya-inĩ,
For at the window of my house, I looked out through my lattice.
7 ngĩona kĩmwana gatagatĩ ka arĩa matarĩ oogĩ, na ngĩkũũrana gatagatĩ ka aanake, mũndũ mwĩthĩ ũtaarĩ na ũũgĩ wa gũkũũrana maũndũ.
I saw among the simple ones. I discerned among the youths a young man void of understanding,
8 Aikũrũkaga na njĩra ĩrĩa yarĩ hakuhĩ na koine ya kwa mũndũ-wa-nja ũcio, agĩthiĩ na njĩra ĩyo yerekeire na gwake mũciĩ,
passing through the street near her corner, he went the way to her house,
9 na kwarĩ na mairia o kahwaĩ-inĩ gũgĩtukatuka, gũkĩambĩrĩria kũgĩa nduma ya ũtukũ.
in the twilight, in the evening of the day, in the middle of the night and in the darkness.
10 Na rĩrĩ, hagĩũka mũndũ-wa-nja kũmũtũnga, wehumbĩte nguo ta mũmaraya, arĩ na wara ngoro-inĩ.
Behold, there a woman met him with the attire of a prostitute, and with crafty intent.
11 (Nĩ mũnegeni na mũngʼathia, na magũrũ make matikiragĩrĩria mũciĩ;
She is loud and defiant. Her feet don’t stay in her house.
12 rĩmwe arĩ njĩra-inĩ, na rĩrĩa rĩngĩ arĩ ihaaro-inĩ, ehithagĩre andũ koine-inĩ ciothe cia njĩra.)
Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, and lurking at every corner.
13 Nake akĩnyiita mwanake ũcio, akĩmũmumunya, na akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ ategũconoka,
So she caught him, and kissed him. With an impudent face she said to him:
14 “Ndĩ na maruta ma ngwatanĩro mũciĩ, tondũ ũmũthĩ nĩhingirie mĩĩhĩtwa yakwa.
“Sacrifices of peace offerings are with me. Today I have paid my vows.
15 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndoimagara, ndooka gũgũtũnga; ngũgũcarĩtie mũno, na rĩu nĩndakuona!
Therefore I came out to meet you, to diligently seek your face, and I have found you.
16 Nĩnjarĩte ũrĩrĩ wakwa na macuka ma gatani ma marangi kuuma Misiri.
I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, with striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt [Abode of slavery].
17 Ũrĩrĩ ũcio wakwa nĩndĩũitĩrĩirie indo nungi wega ta manemane, na thubiri, o na mũndarathini.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Ũka twĩhũũnie wendo nginya rũciinĩ; reke twĩkenie na wendo!
Come, let’s take our fill of dod ·loving· until the morning. Let’s solace ourselves with loving.
19 Mũthuuri wakwa ndarĩ mũciĩ; nĩathiĩte rũgendo rũraihu.
For my husband is not at home. He has gone on a long journey.
20 Nĩathiire na mũhuko wake ũiyũrĩte mbeeca, na akainũka mũciĩ o rĩrĩa mweri ũkaiganana.”
He has taken a bag of money with him. He will come home at the full moon.”
21 Agĩkĩmũheenereria na ciugo, akĩmũhĩtithia; agĩkĩmuuha na mĩario yake mĩnyoroku.
With persuasive words, she led him astray. With the flattering of her lips, she seduced him.
22 O rĩmwe akĩmũrũmĩrĩra ta ndegwa ĩgĩthiĩ gũthĩnjwo, kana ta thwariga ĩgĩtoonya kĩana-inĩ kĩa mũtego,
He followed her immediately, as an ox goes to the slaughter, as a fool stepping into a noose.
23 nginya akaaya gũtheecwo ini nĩ mĩguĩ, akahaana ta nyoni ĩguthũkĩte mũtego-inĩ, ĩtekũmenya o na hanini atĩ ũndũ ũcio no ũmĩrute muoyo.
Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and does not know that it will cost his life.
24 Atĩrĩrĩ, ariũ akwa, ta thikĩrĩriai; tegai matũ mũigue ũrĩa ngũmwĩra.
Now therefore, sons, sh'ma ·hear obey· me. Pay attention to the words of my mouth.
25 Mũtikanareke ngoro cianyu ĩrũmĩrĩre mĩthiĩre yake, kana mũingĩre njĩra-inĩ ciake.
Don’t let your heart turn to her ways. Don’t go astray in her paths,
26 Nĩ andũ aingĩ arĩkĩtie kũrũnda; arĩa oragĩte nĩ kĩrĩndĩ kĩingĩ mũno.
for she has thrown down many wounded. Yes, all her slain are a mighty army.
