Ayubu 7
1 “Githĩ mũndũ ndakoragwo na ũtungata mũritũ gũkũ thĩ? Githĩ matukũ make matihaana o ta ma mũndũ mwandĩke wĩra?
“Isn’t a man forced to labour on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 O ta ngombo ĩkwĩrirĩria ciĩruru cia hwaĩ-inĩ, o na kana ta mũndũ mwandĩke ũgũthethũkĩra mũcaara wake-rĩ,
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
3 ũguo nĩguo niĩ ngaĩirwo mĩeri ya tũhũ, na ngatuĩrwo atĩ ũtukũ ndaarage ndĩ na kĩeha.
so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 Rĩrĩa ndakoma ndĩyũragia atĩrĩ, ‘Ndĩrĩũkĩra rĩ?’ Ũtukũ ũkaraiha, na ngaraara ngĩĩgarũra nginya gũgakĩa.
When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5 Mwĩrĩ wakwa ũiyũrĩtwo nĩ igunyũ na ngũcĩ, nakĩo gĩkonde gĩakwa gĩatũkangĩte na gĩgatogota.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 “Matukũ makwa maraathira na ihenya rĩkĩrĩte rĩa kanyamũ karĩa gakonjithanagia uuthi ngoora ĩgĩtumwo, magagĩkinya mũthia itarĩ na kĩĩrĩgĩrĩro.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Wee Ngai-rĩ, ririkana atĩ muoyo wakwa no ta mĩhũmũ; namo maitho makwa matigacooka kuona ũndũ mwega rĩngĩ.
Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
8 Riitho rĩrĩa rĩranyona rĩtigacooka kũnyona rĩngĩ; mũkaanjaria, no ndigakorwo ho.
The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
9 O ta ũrĩa itu rĩthiiaga rĩkabuĩria, ũguo noguo ũrĩa ũthiiaga mbĩrĩra-inĩ atacookaga kuoneka. (Sheol h7585)
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
10 Ndagacooka kũinũka gwake mũciĩ; harĩa aaikaraga ndagacooka kuonwo ho.
He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
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.
“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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 monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 Rĩrĩa ngwĩciiria ũrĩrĩ wakwa nĩguo ũkũũhooreria, na atĩ gĩtanda gĩakwa no kĩĩniinĩre gũteta-rĩ,
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
14 o na hĩndĩ ĩyo ũũmakagia na irooto, o na ũkanjiguithia guoya na cioneki,
then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
15 nĩ ũndũ ũcio ngathuura kaba gũitwo, na gĩkuũ, handũ ha gũikara na mwĩrĩ ũyũ wakwa.
so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 Nĩthũire muoyo wakwa; ndikwenda gũtũũra nginya tene. Tigana na niĩ tondũ matukũ makwa no ma tũhũ.
I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 “Mũndũ-rĩ, akĩrĩ kĩ, tondũ ũmwĩkĩrĩire ũguo, na ũkamũrũmbũyia mũno ũguo,
What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 atĩ ũmũthuthuuragia ngoro o rũciinĩ, na ũkamũgeragia mahinda mothe?
that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 Kaĩ gũtarĩ hĩndĩ ũgaatiga gũikara ũndorete, kana ũtigane na niĩ o na kahinda kanini?
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 Angĩkorwo nĩnjĩhĩtie-rĩ, nĩ atĩa niĩ ngwĩkĩte, Wee mũrori wa andũ? Nĩ kĩĩ gĩtũmĩte ũnjorote? Kaĩ nduĩkĩte mũrigo harĩwe?
If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 Nĩ kĩĩ kĩragiria ũnjohere mahĩtia makwa na ũndekere mehia makwa? Nĩgũkorwo ndĩ hakuhĩ gũkoma tĩĩri-inĩ; nawe nĩũkanjaria no ndigakorwo ho.”
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”
