Kũguũrĩrio 10
1 Ningĩ ngĩcooka ngĩona mũraika ũngĩ warĩ na hinya mũno agĩikũrũka oimĩte igũrũ. Nake ehumbĩte itu ta nguo, na igũrũ rĩa mũtwe wake haarĩ na mũkũnga-mbura; naguo ũthiũ wake wahaanaga ta riũa, namo magũrũ make maahaanaga ta itugĩ cia mwaki.
I saw another mighty angel coming down out of the sky, clothed with a cloud. A rainbow was on his head. His face was like the sun, and his legs like pillars of fire.
2 Nake aanyiitĩte na guoko gwake kabuku kanini ga gĩkũnjo karĩ kahingũre. Aakinyithĩtie kũgũrũ gwake kwa ũrĩo iria-inĩ, nakuo kwa ũmotho agagũkinyithia thĩ nyũmũ,
He had in his hand a little open scroll. He set his right foot on the sea, and his left on the land.
3 akĩgũthũka na mũgambo mũnene ta wa mũrũũthi ũkĩrarama. Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa aagũthũkire-rĩ, mĩgambo ya ngwa iria mũgwanja ĩkĩgamba.
He shouted with a loud voice, as a lion roars. When he shouted, the seven thunders uttered their voices.
4 Na rĩrĩa ngwa icio mũgwanja ciagambire, ndaarĩ hakuhĩ kwandĩka; no ngĩigua mũgambo kuuma igũrũ ũkiuga atĩrĩ, “Mohoro macio maario nĩ ngwa icio mũgwanja-rĩ, maige marĩ hitho, ndũkamaandĩke.”
When the seven thunders sounded, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from the sky saying, "Seal up the things which the seven thunders said, and do not write them."
5 Nake mũraika ũcio ndonete arũgamĩte iria-inĩ na akarũgama thĩ nyũmũ agĩtambũrũkia guoko gwake kwa ũrĩo na igũrũ.
The angel whom I saw standing on the sea and on the land lifted up his right hand to the sky,
6 Nake akĩĩhĩta na ũrĩa ũtũũraga muoyo nginya tene na tene, o we ũrĩa wombire igũrũ na indo ciothe iria irĩ kuo, na akĩũmba thĩ na indo ciothe iria irĩ kuo, o na akĩũmba iria na indo ciothe iria irĩ thĩinĩ warĩo, akiuga atĩrĩ, “Hatirĩ na ihinda rĩngĩ rĩa gweterera!” (aiōn g165)
and swore by him who lives forever and ever, who created heaven and the things that are in it, the earth and the things that are in it, and the sea and the things that are in it, that there will no longer be delay, (aiōn g165)
7 No matukũ-inĩ marĩa mũraika wa mũgwanja agaakorwo akiriĩ kũhuha karumbeta gake-rĩ, hitho ya Ngai nĩĩkahingio, o ta ũrĩa eerire anabii arĩa ndungata ciake.
but in the days of the voice of the seventh angel, when he is about to sound, then the mystery of God is finished, as he declared to his servants, the prophets.
8 Ningĩ mũgambo ũrĩa ndaiguĩte uumĩte igũrũ ũkĩnjarĩria rĩngĩ, ũkĩnjĩĩra atĩrĩ: “Thiĩ, woe kabuku kau ga gĩkũnjo karĩa kahingũre kuuma guoko-inĩ kwa mũraika ũcio ũrũgamĩte akinyĩte iria, na agakinya thĩ nyũmũ.”
The voice which I heard from heaven, again speaking with me, said, "Go, take the scroll which is open in the hand of the angel who stands on the sea and on the land."
9 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio, ngĩthiĩ kũrĩ mũraika, na ngĩmũũria aahe kabuku kau ga gĩkũnjo. Nake akĩnjĩĩra atĩrĩ, “Koe, ũkarĩe. Gaakinya nda nĩgegũkũrũrĩra, no karĩ kanua gegũkorwo karĩ na mũrĩo ta ũũkĩ!”
I went to the angel, telling him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, "Take it, and eat it up. It will make your stomach bitter, but in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey."
10 Ngĩkĩoya kabuku kau ga gĩkũnjo kuuma guoko-inĩ kwa mũraika ũcio, na niĩ ngĩkarĩa. Karĩ kanua kaarĩ na mũrĩo ta ũũkĩ, no ndarĩĩkia gũkarĩa, gakĩndũrĩra.
I took the little scroll out of the angel's hand, and ate it up. It was as sweet as honey in my mouth. When I had eaten it, my stomach was made bitter.
11 Ngĩcooka ngĩĩrwo atĩrĩ, “No nginya ũrathe ũhoro rĩngĩ ũkoniĩ andũ aingĩ, na ndũrĩrĩ nyingĩ, na thiomi nyingĩ, o na athamaki aingĩ.”
They told me, "You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages, and kings."
