Job 41
1 Can thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
E taea ranei a Rewiatana te kukume mai e koe ki te matau? te pehi ranei i tona arero ki te aho?
2 Can thou put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
E whakanohoia ranei e koe he aho ki tona ihu? E pokaia ranei e koe tona kauae ki te matau?
3 Will he make many supplications to thee? Or will he speak soft words to thee?
E maha ranei ana inoi ki a koe? E korero ngawari ranei ia ki a koe?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou should take him for a servant forever?
E whakarite kawenata ranei ia ki a koe? e riro ai ia i a koe hei pononga oti tonu mai?
5 Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or will thou bind him for thy maidens?
Ka rite ranei ia ki te manu hei mea takaro mau? E herea ranei ia e koe hei mea ma au kotiro?
6 Will the bands make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
E waiho ranei ia hei taonga hokohoko ma nga ropu tangata hi ika? E wehewehea atu ranei ma nga kaihokohoko?
7 Can thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish-spears?
E kapi ranei tona kiri i o tao? tona pane i nga wero ika?
8 Lay thy hand upon him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Kia pa tou ringa ki a ia; maharatia te whawhai, a kei pena a mua.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not a man be cast down even at the sight of him?
Nana, he hori kau te manako ki a ia: e kore ranei tetahi e hinga noa ki te kite kau atu i a ia?
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Kahore he tangata e maia rawa hei whakaoho i a ia: na ko wai e tu ki toku aroaro?
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Under the whole heaven is mine.
Ko wai te tangata nana te mea kua takoto wawe ki ahau, e whakautu ai ahau ki a ia? Ahakoa he aha te mea i raro i nga rangi, puta noa, naku katoa.
12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
E kore e huna e ahau te korero mo ona wahi, mo tona kaha, mo te ataahua hoki o tona hanganga.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Ma wai e tihore a waho o tona kakahu? Ko wai e tae ki tana paraire rererua?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Ma wai e whakatuwhera nga tatau o tona mata? He wehi kei ona niho a taka noa.
15 His strong scales are his pride, shut up together like a close seal.
Ko tana e whakamanamana ai ko ona unahi pakari; tutaki rawa pera i te hiri piri tonu.
16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
Na, i te tata tonu o tetahi ki tetahi, e kore te hau e puta i waenga.
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they cannot be parted.
Piri tonu ratou ki a ratou ano; mau tonu, e kore ano e taea te wehe.
18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Ka tihe ia, ka kowha mai te marama; a ko te rite i ona kanohi kei nga kamo o te ata.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
E puta ana mai i tona mangai he rama mura, mokowhiti ana nga koraahi.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
Puta ana te paowa i ona pongaponga, me te mea no te kohua e koropupu ana, no te otaota e kaia ana.
21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.
Ngiha ana nga waro i tona ha, rere atu ana te mura i tona mangai.
22 In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
Kei tona kaki te kaha e noho ana, e tuapa ana te pawera i tona aroaro.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm upon him. They cannot be moved.
Ko ona kikokiko tawerewere piri tonu: maro tonu ki runga ki a ia; e kore e taea te whakakorikori.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
Pakari tonu tona ngakau ano he kamaka; ae ra, maro tonu ano ko to raro kohatu huri.
25 When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid. Because of consternation they are beside themselves.
Ka whakarewa ia i a ia ki runga, ka wehi nga tangata nunui: na te pororaru ka porangi noa iho ratou.
26 If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Ki te whai tetahi i a ia ki te hoari, e kore e taea; ahakoa e te tao, e te pere, e te koikoi ranei.
27 He counts iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
Ki tona whakaaro he kakau witi te rino, he rakau popopopo te parahi.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.
E kore ia e tahuti i te pere: ki a ia ka meinga noatia nga kohatu o te kotaha hei papapa.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Kiia ake e ia nga patu hei papapa: e kataina ana e ia te huhu o te tao.
30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds. He spreads out as a threshing-wagon upon the mire.
Ko raro ona e rite ana ki te kohatu koikoi: e wharikitia ana e ia a runga o te paru ano he patunga witi.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
E meinga ana e ia te rire kia koropupu ano he kohua, me te moana kia rite ki te hinu.
32 He makes a path to shine after him. A man would think the deep to be hoary.
E hangaia ana e ia he huarahi kia marama i muri i a ia; tera e maharatia he hina te moana.
33 Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear.
I te whenua nei kahore he mea hei rite mona, he mea i hanga nei kahore ona wehi.
34 He beholds everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.
E titiro ana ia ki nga mea tiketike katoa: he kingi ia mo nga tama katoa a te whakapehapeha.
