Job 41
1 “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
“Àte ŋu atsɔ ƒu aɖe lo le tɔ me alo atsɔ ka abla eƒe aɖe ɖe nu me nɛa?
2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Àte ŋu ade ka ŋɔti me nɛ alo atsɔ ƒu aŋɔ eƒe glã?
3 Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?
Anɔ kukuɖeɖe na wò dzi ɖaa be nàkpɔ nublanui nɛa? Aƒo nu na wò kple gbe blewua?
4 Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?
Awɔ ɖoɖo kpli wò be nàkplɔe wòanye wò kluvi le eƒe agbe me katã?
5 Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?
Àte ŋu amlae abe xevi ene alo atsɔe ada ɖe avɔ dzi na viwò nyɔnuviwoa?
6 Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?
Ɖe asitsalawo atsɔ woƒe adzɔnuwo aɖɔliia? Ɖe woamae ɖe asitsalawo domea?
7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
Àte ŋu atsɔ gaƒliwo aŋɔ eƒe ŋutigbalẽ alo atsɔ akplɔ atɔ eƒe ta?
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!
Ne èka asi eŋuti la, àɖo ŋku avuwɔwɔ si yi edzi la dzi eye madzro wò be nàgawɔe o!
9 Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
Mɔkpɔkpɔ be yeate ŋu aɖu edzi nye beble elabena ne èkpɔe teti gɔ̃ hã la, ŋɔ adzi wò.
10 No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?
Ame aɖeke medzi ŋɔ de enu ne wòanyɔe o. Ekema ame kae ate ŋu anɔ te ɖe nunye?
11 Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
Ame kae tre nu nanam bena maɖo eteƒe nɛ mahã? Nu sia nu si le ɣea te la nye tɔnye.
12 I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
“Nyemagbe nuƒoƒo le eƒe ata, abɔ, eƒe ŋusẽ kple eƒe nɔnɔme dzeani la ŋu o.
13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
Ame ka ate ŋu aɖe awu si wòdo ɖe edzi la le eŋu? Ame ka ate ŋu ado ɖe egbɔ kple gaƒli?
14 Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
Ame ka ate ŋu ake eƒe nu, nu si me aɖuwo katã kpe ɖe wo nɔewo nu le kple vɔvɔ̃?
15 His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
Akpoxɔnuwo ɖo ɖe eƒe dzimegbe eye woɖo ɖe wo nɔewo nu,
16 One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
ɖe sia ɖe lé ɖe nɔvia ŋu ale gbegbe be, ya gɔ̃ hã mate ŋu ato wo dome o.
17 They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
Wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, woku ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu ale gbegbe be, womate ŋu ama wo dome o.
18 His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
Eƒe nyenye kea dzo miamiamia eye eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ŋdi ƒe kekeli ene.
19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
Dzoxiwo dona tso eƒe nu me, eye nenema kee nye dzo ƒe aɖewo hã.
20 Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
Dzudzɔ dona le eƒe ŋɔtime abe ale si tsize si woɖo aƒladzo dzi la fiena tua dzudzɔe ene.
21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
Eƒe gbɔgbɔ dea dzo aka me eye dzo bibi dona tso eƒe nu me.
22 Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
Ŋusẽ le eƒe kɔ me eye dɔmedzoe le eŋgɔ.
23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
Eƒe ayi mlɔ wo nɔewo dzi eye wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, ale be womate ŋu afoe ɖa o.
24 His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
Eƒe akɔta do akpa abe kpe ene eye wòsẽ abe te si dzi wotua nu le la ene.
25 When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
Ne etso la, ŋɔ dzia ŋusẽtɔwo gɔ̃ hã eye wogbugbɔna ɖe megbe ne wose eƒe afɔzi wògbɔna.
26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
Yi si kaa eŋu la mewɔa nanekee o, nenema kee nye akplɔ, aŋutrɔ kple akplɔ nuɖekɛ.
27 He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
Gayibɔ le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye akɔbli le abe ati si nyunyɔ la ene.
28 No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
Mesina le aŋutrɔwo nu o eye akafokpewo le nɛ abe blitsro ene.
29 A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
Kpo le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye ne yi le gbe dom la, eɖia kokoe nɛ.
30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
Eƒe dɔme le abe ze gbagbã dzaglidzagliwo ene eye woɖea fli ɖe ba me abe luƒomɔ ene.
31 He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
Enana gogloƒewo fiena wlɔwlɔwlɔ abe aŋɔɖaze ene eye wòblua atsiaƒu me abe amiɖaze me blum wole ene.
32 He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
Egblẽa mɔ si le dzo dzam la ɖe emegbe eye wòtrɔa atsiaƒu wòzua futukpɔ ɣi, ale nàbu be atsiaƒua ɖe wòƒo wɔ ene.
33 Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature devoid of fear!
Naneke mele anyigba dzi sɔ kplii o, enye nuwɔwɔ si mevɔ̃a naneke o.
34 He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”
Eklẽa ŋku ɖe nu siwo katã doa wo ɖokui ɖe dzi eye wònye fia ɖe nu siwo katã dana la dzi.”
