Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? dost thou mark the calving of the hinds?
“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 Dost thou number the months that they fulfil? and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
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 bow themselves, they give birth to their young ones, they cast out their pains;
Ha na-amakpuru ala mụpụta nwa ha. Ihe mgbu nke ọmụmụ nwa ha ebiekwa.
4 Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.
Ụmụ ha na-eto nʼọhịa gbasiekwa ike. Ha na-apụ, ha adịghị alaghachikwute ha ọzọ.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager,
“Onye na-eme ka ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa nwere onwe ya? Onye na-atọpụ agbụ e kere ya?
6 Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings?
Nke m nyere ala ihe na-adịghị ka ọ bụrụ ebe obibi ha, ala nnu ahụ ka ọ bụrụ ụlọ ha.
7 He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
Ụzụ dị nʼobodo adịghị emetụta ya, ọ naghị anụkwa mbigbọ nke onye na-achị ya.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
Elu ugwu niile bụ ebe ịkpa nri ya, ebe ahụ ka ọ na-achọpụta ahịhịa ndụ ọbụla.
9 Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib?
“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 Canst thou bind the buffalo with his cord in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ rụọra gị ọrụ nʼubi gị? Ọ ga-akpụgharịrị gị ọgụ ị ji akọ ala?
11 Wilt thou put confidence in him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave thy labour 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 Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?
I nwere ike ịtụkwasị ya obi ka o gaa bulatara gị ọka site nʼebe ịzọcha ọka gị?
13 The wing of the ostrich beats joyously — But is it the stork's pinion and plumage?
“Enyi nnụnụ na-eji ọṅụ gbasapụ nku ya, ma a pụghị iji nku ya tụnyere nku na abụba nke ụgbala.
14 For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,
Ọ na-eyi akwa ya nʼala ma hapụ ha ka uzuzu kpoo ha ọkụ.
15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them.
Ọ naghị emetụ ya nʼobi na ụkwụ nwere ike ịzọpịa ha maọbụ na anụ ọhịa nwere ike zọrie ha.
16 She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern.
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 hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding.
Nʼihi na Chineke ekenyeghị ya amamihe maọbụ kenye ya oke na inwe uche.
18 What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his 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 Hast thou given strength to the horse? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
“Ọ bụ gị na-enye ịnyịnya ike ya, ka ọ bụ gị mere ka ajị ogologo ahụ o nwere dịrị nʼolu ya?
20 Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
Ị na-eme ya ka ọ wụgharịa dịka igurube, were ebube nke ịmapụ imi ya na-eyinye ihe oke egwu?
21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in [his] strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host.
Ọ na-azọ ụkwụ gam gam nʼala, ọ na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihi ike ya, ọ na-apụ izute agha na-atụghị egwu.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from before the sword.
Ọ na-achị ihe egwu ọchị, ụjọ ọbụla anaghị atụ ya; ọ naghị esi na mma agha wezuga onwe ya.
23 The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
Akpa àkụ na-ayọgharị nʼakụkụ ya, ya na ùbe na arụa na-egbu maramara.
24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, and cannot contain himself at the sound of the trumpet:
Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eripịa ala. Mgbe ọ nụrụ ụda opi ike, ọ naghị eguzo otu ebe.
25 At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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 Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, [and] stretch his wings toward the south?
“Ọ bụ site nʼamamihe gị ka egbe ji efego nʼelu, gbasaakwa nku ya gaa nʼebe ndịda?
27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high?
Ọ bụ gị nyere ugo iwu ifeli elu ma wuo akwụ ya nʼebe dị elu?
28 He inhabiteth the rock and maketh his dwelling on the point of the cliff, and the fastness:
Nʼelu nkume dị elu ka ọ na-ebi nọọkwa ọnọdụ abalị; ọwara nkume dị elu bụ ebe e wusiri ike ya.
29 From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance;
O bụ site nʼebe ahụ ka ọ na-esi enyochapụta ihe ọ ga-eburu.
30 And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.
Ụmụ ya na-amịchakwa ọbara, nʼihi na ebe ọ na-aga bụ ebe ọbụla ọ ga-ahụ ihe e gburu egbu.”
