Job 40
1 And the LORD said to Job:
Olúwa dá Jobu lóhùn sí pẹ̀lú, ó sì wí pé,
2 “Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty? Let him who argues with God give an answer.”
“Ẹni tí ń bá Olódùmarè wíjọ́ yóò ha kọ ní ẹ̀kọ́? Ẹni tí ń bá Ọlọ́run wí jẹ́ kí ó dáhùn!”
3 Then Job answered the LORD:
Nígbà náà ni Jobu dá Olúwa lóhùn wá ó sì wí pé,
4 “Behold, I am insignificant. How can I reply to You? I place my hand over my mouth.
“Kíyèsi i, ẹ̀gbin ni èmi—ohun kí ni èmi ó dà? Èmi ó fi ọwọ́ mi le ẹnu mi.
5 I have spoken once, but I have no answer— twice, but I have nothing to add.”
Ẹ̀ẹ̀kan ní mo sọ̀rọ̀, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kì yóò tún sọ mọ́; lẹ́ẹ̀kejì ni, èmi kò sì le ṣe é mọ́.”
6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:
Nígbà náà ní Olúwa dá Jobu lóhùn láti inú ìjì àyíká wá, ó sì wí pé,
7 “Now brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall inform Me.
“Di àmùrè gírí ní ẹgbẹ́ rẹ bí ọkùnrin, èmi ó bi ọ léèrè, kí ìwọ kí ó sì dá mi lóhùn.
8 Would you really annul My justice? Would you condemn Me to justify yourself?
“Ìwọ ha fẹ́ mú ìdájọ́ mi di asán? Ìwọ ó sì dá mi lẹ́bi, kí ìwọ lè ṣe olódodo.
9 Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?
Ìwọ ni apá bí Ọlọ́run tàbí ìwọ lè fi ohùn sán àrá bí òun?
10 Then adorn yourself with majesty and splendor, and clothe yourself with honor and glory.
Fi ọláńlá àti ọlá ìtayọ rẹ̀ ṣe ara rẹ ní ọ̀ṣọ́, tí ó sì fi ògo àti títóbi ọ̀ṣọ́ bo ara ní aṣọ.
11 Unleash the fury of your wrath; look on every proud man and bring him low.
Mú ìrunú ìbínú rẹ jáde; kíyèsí gbogbo ìwà ìgbéraga rẹ kí o sì rẹ̀ ẹ́ sílẹ̀.
12 Look on every proud man and humble him; trample the wicked where they stand.
Wo gbogbo ìwà ìgbéraga, ènìyàn kí o sì rẹ ẹ sílẹ̀ kí o sì tẹ ènìyàn búburú mọ́lẹ̀ ní ipò wọn.
13 Bury them together in the dust; imprison them in the grave.
Sin gbogbo wọn papọ̀ nínú erùpẹ̀, kí o sì di ojú ìkọ̀kọ̀ wọn ní isà òkú.
14 Then I will confess to you that your own right hand can save you.
Nígbà náà ní èmi ó yìn ọ́ pé, ọwọ́ ọ̀tún ara rẹ lè gbà ọ́ là.
15 Look at Behemoth, which I made along with you. He feeds on grass like an ox.
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí kíyèsi Behemoti, tí mo dá pẹ̀lú rẹ, òun a máa jẹ koríko bí ọ̀dá màlúù.
16 See the strength of his loins and the power in the muscles of his belly.
Wò o nísinsin yìí, agbára rẹ wà ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ, àti ipa rẹ nínú ìṣàn ìkún rẹ.
17 His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.
Òun a máa jù ìrù rẹ̀ bí i igi kedari, iṣan itan rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀.
18 His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.
Egungun rẹ̀ ní ògùṣọ̀ idẹ, Egungun rẹ̀ dàbí ọ̀pá irin.
19 He is the foremost of God’s works; only his Maker can draw the sword against him.
Òun ni olórí nínú àwọn iṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run; síbẹ̀ Ẹlẹ́dàá rẹ̀ fi idà rẹ̀ lé e lọ́wọ́.
20 The hills yield him their produce, while all the beasts of the field play nearby.
Nítòótọ́ òkè ńlá ńlá ní i mu ohun jíjẹ fún un wá, níbi tí gbogbo ẹranko igbó máa ṣiré ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ ibẹ̀.
21 He lies under the lotus plants, hidden among the reeds of the marsh.
Ó dùbúlẹ̀ lábẹ́ igi lótusì, lábẹ́ eèsún àti ẹrẹ̀.
22 The lotus plants conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.
Igi lótusì síji wọn bò o; igi arọrọ odò yí i káàkiri.
23 Though the river rages, Behemoth is unafraid; he remains secure, though the Jordan surges to his mouth.
Kíyèsi i, odò ńlá sàn jọjọ, òun kò sálọ; ó wà láìléwu bí ó bá ṣe pé odò Jordani ti ṣàn lọ sí ẹnu rẹ̀.
24 Can anyone capture him as he looks on, or pierce his nose with a snare?
Ẹnìkan ha lè mú un ní ojú rẹ̀, tàbí dẹkùn fún tàbí a máa fi ọ̀kọ̀ gún imú rẹ̀?
