Job 41
1 “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
“Ị pụrụ iji nko azụ jide Leviatan maọbụ jiri ụdọ kegide ire ya bịada ya?
2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Ị pụrụ ikenye eriri nʼimi ya maọbụ were ngu igwe mapuo agba ya?
3 Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?
Ọ ga-arịọ gị arịrịọ ka i meere ya ebere? Ọ ga-eji olu dị nro gwa gị okwu?
4 Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?
Ọ ga-ekwe ka gị na ya baa nʼọgbụgba ndụ ka i were ya dịka ohu gị ogologo ndụ ya niile?
5 Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?
Ị ga-eji ya gwurie egwu dịka nnụnụ? Maọbụ kee ya eriri nye ya ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼụlọ gị?
6 Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?
Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
Ị pụrụ iji igwe nko mejuo akpụkpọ ahụ ya maọbụ iji ùbe ndị ọkụ azụ dupuo isi ya?
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!
Ọ bụrụ na ị tụkwasị ya aka, ị gaghị echefu ọgụ ọ ga-alụso gị. Ị gakwaghị anwa ya ọzọ.
9 Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
10 No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?
Nʼihi nke a, o nweghị onye nwere obi ike ịkpasu ya iwe. Ọ bụ onye pụrụ iguzogide m?
11 Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
Olee onye m ji ụgwọ nke m na-aghaghị ịkwụ? Ihe niile dị nʼokpuru eluigwe bụ nke m.
12 I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
“Agaghị m akwụsị ikwu ihe banyere ụkwụ na aka Leviatan, na ike ya, na ụdịdị ya mara mma.
13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
Onye nwere ike ikpughepụ ihe e ji kpuchie ya ahụ? Onye nwekwara ike ịbanye nʼagba ya apịajiri okpukpu abụọ?
14 Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
15 His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
16 One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
nke ọbụla dị ibe ya nso, na ikuku enweghị ike gafee nʼetiti ha.
17 They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
E jikọtara ha ọnụ nke ọma, ha na-ejisi onwe ha ike, enweghị ike ikewa ha.
18 His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
Ire ọkụ na-asọpụta site nʼọnụ ya, icheku ọkụ na-ekepụtakwa nʼọnụ ya.
20 Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
Anwụrụ ọkụ na-esi nʼimi ya na-apụta, dịka ukuru ọkụ nke na-esi nʼime mmiri na-agbọ nʼelu osisi achara.
21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
22 Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya bụ ihe jikọtara ọnụ nke ọma, ha siri ike na-apụghị inugharị ha.
24 His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
25 When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
Mgbe o bilitere ọtọ, ndị dike na-atụ oke ụjọ; ha na-alaghachi azụ nʼihi mmagharị ya.
26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
O nweghị mma agha ọbụla pụrụ igbochi ya, o nwekwaghị ùbe igwe, maọbụ àkụ maọbụ ihe ọbụla a pịrị ọnụ ya apị nke pụrụ igbochi ya.
27 He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
28 No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
29 A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
Okpuru afọ ya dị ka ejuju dị nkọ, nke na-ahapụ ụzọ nʼapịtị dịka igwe eji azọcha mkpụrụ ọka site nʼogbe ya.
31 He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
Ọ na-eme mmiri dị ogbu ka ọ gbọọ dịka ite; ọ na-akpagharị oke osimiri ka ọ dị ka mmanụ otite dị nʼite.
32 He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
Ọ na-ahapụ ụfụfụ nʼazụ mgbe ọ na-aga; mmadụ ga-eche na ọ osimiri nwere isi awọ.
33 Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature devoid of fear!
O nweghị ihe ọzọ dị nʼụwa yiri ya, o nweghị ihe na-emenye ya ụjọ.
34 He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”
Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
