Job 41
1 Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?
“Àte ŋu atsɔ ƒu aɖe lo le tɔ me alo atsɔ ka abla eƒe aɖe ɖe nu me nɛa?
2 Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?
Àte ŋu ade ka ŋɔti me nɛ alo atsɔ ƒu aŋɔ eƒe glã?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?
Anɔ kukuɖeɖe na wò dzi ɖaa be nàkpɔ nublanui nɛa? Aƒo nu na wò kple gbe blewua?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?
Awɔ ɖoɖo kpli wò be nàkplɔe wòanye wò kluvi le eƒe agbe me katã?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Àte ŋu amlae abe xevi ene alo atsɔe ada ɖe avɔ dzi na viwò nyɔnuviwoa?
6 Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?
Ɖe asitsalawo atsɔ woƒe adzɔnuwo aɖɔliia? Ɖe woamae ɖe asitsalawo domea?
7 Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?
Àte ŋu atsɔ gaƒliwo aŋɔ eƒe ŋutigbalẽ alo atsɔ akplɔ atɔ eƒe ta?
8 Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, — do no more!
Ne èka asi eŋuti la, àɖo ŋku avuwɔwɔ si yi edzi la dzi eye madzro wò be nàgawɔe o!
9 Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?
Mɔkpɔkpɔ be yeate ŋu aɖu edzi nye beble elabena ne èkpɔe teti gɔ̃ hã la, ŋɔ adzi wò.
10 None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?
Ame aɖeke medzi ŋɔ de enu ne wòanyɔe o. Ekema ame kae ate ŋu anɔ te ɖe nunye?
11 Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole 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 will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.
“Nyemagbe nuƒoƒo le eƒe ata, abɔ, eƒe ŋusẽ kple eƒe nɔnɔme dzeani la ŋu o.
13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?
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 the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Ame ka ate ŋu ake eƒe nu, nu si me aɖuwo katã kpe ɖe wo nɔewo nu le kple vɔvɔ̃?
15 The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.
Akpoxɔnuwo ɖo ɖe eƒe dzimegbe eye woɖo ɖe wo nɔewo nu,
16 One is so near to another that no air can come 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 each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
Wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, woku ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu ale gbegbe be, womate ŋu ama wo dome o.
18 His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Eƒe nyenye kea dzo miamiamia eye eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ŋdi ƒe kekeli ene.
19 Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
Dzoxiwo dona tso eƒe nu me, eye nenema kee nye dzo ƒe aɖewo hã.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
Dzudzɔ dona le eƒe ŋɔtime abe ale si tsize si woɖo aƒladzo dzi la fiena tua dzudzɔe ene.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Eƒe gbɔgbɔ dea dzo aka me eye dzo bibi dona tso eƒe nu me.
22 In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
Ŋusẽ le eƒe kɔ me eye dɔmedzoe le eŋgɔ.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
Eƒe ayi mlɔ wo nɔewo dzi eye wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, ale be womate ŋu afoe ɖa o.
24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].
Eƒe akɔta do akpa abe kpe ene eye wòsẽ abe te si dzi wotua nu le la ene.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
Ne etso la, ŋɔ dzia ŋusẽtɔwo gɔ̃ hã eye wogbugbɔna ɖe megbe ne wose eƒe afɔzi wògbɔna.
26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
Yi si kaa eŋu la mewɔa nanekee o, nenema kee nye akplɔ, aŋutrɔ kple akplɔ nuɖekɛ.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
Gayibɔ le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye akɔbli le abe ati si nyunyɔ la ene.
28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
Mesina le aŋutrɔwo nu o eye akafokpewo le nɛ abe blitsro ene.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
Kpo le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye ne yi le gbe dom la, eɖia kokoe nɛ.
30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
Eƒe dɔme le abe ze gbagbã dzaglidzagliwo ene eye woɖea fli ɖe ba me abe luƒomɔ ene.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
Enana gogloƒewo fiena wlɔwlɔwlɔ abe aŋɔɖaze ene eye wòblua atsiaƒu me abe amiɖaze me blum wole ene.
32 He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
Egblẽa mɔ si le dzo dzam la ɖe emegbe eye wòtrɔa atsiaƒu wòzua futukpɔ ɣi, ale nàbu be atsiaƒua ɖe wòƒo wɔ ene.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
Naneke mele anyigba dzi sɔ kplii o, enye nuwɔwɔ si mevɔ̃a naneke o.
34 He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
Eklẽa ŋku ɖe nu siwo katã doa wo ɖokui ɖe dzi eye wònye fia ɖe nu siwo katã dana la dzi.”
