Job 39
1 “Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
“Ị maara mgbe ewu ọhịa bi nʼelu ugwu ji amụ nwa? O nweela mgbe ị ji hụ nne ele ka ọ na-amụpụta nwa ya?
2 Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
Ị na-agụkọ ọnwa ole afọ ime ha na-adị tupu ha amụọ nwa ha. Ị maara oge ha na-amụ ụmụ ha?
3 They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
Ha na-amakpuru ala mụpụta nwa ha. Ihe mgbu nke ọmụmụ nwa ha ebiekwa.
4 Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
Ụmụ ha na-eto nʼọhịa gbasiekwa ike. Ha na-apụ, ha adịghị alaghachikwute ha ọzọ.
5 Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
“Onye na-eme ka ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa nwere onwe ya? Onye na-atọpụ agbụ e kere ya?
6 I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
Nke m nyere ala ihe na-adịghị ka ọ bụrụ ebe obibi ha, ala nnu ahụ ka ọ bụrụ ụlọ ha.
7 He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
Ụzụ dị nʼobodo adịghị emetụta ya, ọ naghị anụkwa mbigbọ nke onye na-achị ya.
8 He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
Elu ugwu niile bụ ebe ịkpa nri ya, ebe ahụ ka ọ na-achọpụta ahịhịa ndụ ọbụla.
9 Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
“Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ jeere gị ozi? Ị nwere ike ime ka ọ nọdụ nʼabalị nʼụlọ ebe ị na-azụ anụ ụlọ gị nri?
10 Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ rụọra gị ọrụ nʼubi gị? Ọ ga-akpụgharịrị gị ọgụ ị ji akọ ala?
11 Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
Ị ga-atụkwasị ya obi nʼihi na ike ya hiri nne? Ị ga-ahapụrụ ya ọrụ ndị ahụ siri ike ka ọ rụọ?
12 Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
I nwere ike ịtụkwasị ya obi ka o gaa bulatara gị ọka site nʼebe ịzọcha ọka gị?
13 The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
“Enyi nnụnụ na-eji ọṅụ gbasapụ nku ya, ma a pụghị iji nku ya tụnyere nku na abụba nke ụgbala.
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
Ọ na-eyi akwa ya nʼala ma hapụ ha ka uzuzu kpoo ha ọkụ.
15 She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
Ọ naghị emetụ ya nʼobi na ụkwụ nwere ike ịzọpịa ha maọbụ na anụ ọhịa nwere ike zọrie ha.
16 She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
Ọ na-emeso ụmụ ya ihe ike dịka a ga-asị na ha abụghị nke ya, ọ dịghị emetụta ya na ndọgbu nʼọrụ ya nwere ike i bụ nʼefu, ma ọ dịghị atụ egwu.
17 For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
Nʼihi na Chineke ekenyeghị ya amamihe maọbụ kenye ya oke na inwe uche.
18 Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
Ma ọ na-agbalite ọsọ. Mgbe ọbụla ọ gbasara nku ya ịgba ọsọ, ọ na-achị ịnyịnya na onye na-agba ịnyịnya ọchị.
19 Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
“Ọ bụ gị na-enye ịnyịnya ike ya, ka ọ bụ gị mere ka ajị ogologo ahụ o nwere dịrị nʼolu ya?
20 Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
Ị na-eme ya ka ọ wụgharịa dịka igurube, were ebube nke ịmapụ imi ya na-eyinye ihe oke egwu?
21 He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
Ọ na-azọ ụkwụ gam gam nʼala, ọ na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihi ike ya, ọ na-apụ izute agha na-atụghị egwu.
22 He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
Ọ na-achị ihe egwu ọchị, ụjọ ọbụla anaghị atụ ya; ọ naghị esi na mma agha wezuga onwe ya.
23 A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.
Akpa àkụ na-ayọgharị nʼakụkụ ya, ya na ùbe na arụa na-egbu maramara.
24 Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eripịa ala. Mgbe ọ nụrụ ụda opi ike, ọ naghị eguzo otu ebe.
25 At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor. He catches the scent of battle from afar— the shouts of captains and the cry of war.
Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eti mkpu sị, ‘Ahaa!’ Site nʼebe dị anya ka ọ na-anụ isisi agha. Ọ na-aṅụrịkwa ọṅụ maka iti mkpu nke ndị ọchịagha nʼoge agha.
26 Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
“Ọ bụ site nʼamamihe gị ka egbe ji efego nʼelu, gbasaakwa nku ya gaa nʼebe ndịda?
27 Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
Ọ bụ gị nyere ugo iwu ifeli elu ma wuo akwụ ya nʼebe dị elu?
28 He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
Nʼelu nkume dị elu ka ọ na-ebi nọọkwa ọnọdụ abalị; ọwara nkume dị elu bụ ebe e wusiri ike ya.
29 From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
O bụ site nʼebe ahụ ka ọ na-esi enyochapụta ihe ọ ga-eburu.
30 His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”
Ụmụ ya na-amịchakwa ọbara, nʼihi na ebe ọ na-aga bụ ebe ọbụla ọ ga-ahụ ihe e gburu egbu.”
