যোব 41
Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue?
Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?
Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly?
Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant?
5 ৫ চৰাই এটিৰ লগত ওমলাৰ দৰে তুমি তাৰ লগতো উমলিবা নে? বা তোমাৰ দাসীবোৰৰ বাবে তুমি তাক বান্ধি ৰাখিবা নে?
Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens?
Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders?
Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head?
Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle—no more!
Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?
None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand?
Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!
12 ১২ মই লিবিথিয়ানৰ ভৰিৰ বিষয়ে নকোৱাকৈ মনে মনে নাথাকোঁ, নাইবা তাৰ মহাবল আৰু গাৰ সুন্দৰ গঠনৰ বিষয়ে মই নোকোৱাকৈ নাথাকোঁ।
I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.
Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter?
The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!
A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal;
One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them;
Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;
His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;
Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape;
Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes;
His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth;
In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay;
The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;
His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;
At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:
26 ২৬ যদি কোনোবাই তৰোৱালেৰে তাক আঘাত কৰে, তেতিয়াও তাৰ একো নহব, বা তালৈ যাঠী, কাঁড়, বা শেল মাৰিলে সকলো মিছা হব।
As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:
He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:
The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him:
As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;
His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime:
He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel:
After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!
There is not—upon the dust—his like, that hath been made to be without fear;
Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.
