Job 41
1 Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?
“Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ le è fi ìwọ̀ fa Lefitani jáde? Tàbí ìwọ lè fi okùn so ahọ́n rẹ̀ mọ́lẹ̀?
2 Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?
Ìwọ lè fi okùn bọ̀ ọ́ ní í mú, tàbí fi ìwọ̀ ẹ̀gún gun ní ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?
Òun ha jẹ́ bẹ ẹ̀bẹ̀ fún àánú lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ bí òun ha bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀ pẹ̀lẹ́?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?
Òun ha bá ọ dá májẹ̀mú bí? Ìwọ ó ha máa mú ṣe ẹrú láéláé bí?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Ìwọ ha lè ba sáré bí ẹni pé ẹyẹ ni, tàbí ìwọ ó dè é fún àwọn ọmọbìnrin ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀?
6 Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?
Ẹgbẹ́ àwọn apẹja yóò ha máa tà á bí? Wọn ó ha pín láàrín àwọn oníṣòwò?
7 Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?
Ìwọ ha lè fi ọ̀kọ̀-irin gun awọ rẹ̀, tàbí orí rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ ìpẹja.
8 Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, — do no more!
Fi ọwọ́ rẹ lé e lára, ìwọ ó rántí ìjà náà, ìwọ kì yóò sì ṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́.
9 Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?
Kíyèsi, ìgbìyànjú láti mú un ní asán; ní kìkì ìrí rẹ̀ ara kì yóò ha rọ̀ ọ́ wẹ̀sì?
10 None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?
Kò sí ẹni aláyà lílé tí ó lè ru sókè. Ǹjẹ́ ta ni ó lè dúró níwájú mi.
11 Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.
Ta ni ó kọ́kọ́ ṣe fún mi, tí èmi ìbá fi san án fún un? Ohunkóhun ti ń bẹ lábẹ́ ọ̀run gbogbo, tèmi ni.
12 I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.
“Èmi kì yóò fi ẹ̀yà ara Lefitani, tàbí ipá rẹ, tàbí ìhámọ́ra rẹ tí ó ní ẹwà pamọ́.
13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?
Ta ni yóò lè rídìí aṣọ àpáta rẹ̀? Tàbí ta ni ó lè súnmọ́ ọ̀nà méjì eyín rẹ̀?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Ta ni ó lè ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn iwájú rẹ̀? Àyíká ẹ̀yin rẹ ni ìbẹ̀rù ńlá.
15 The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.
Ìpẹ́ lílé ní ìgbéraga rẹ̀; ó pàdé pọ̀ tímọ́tímọ́ bí àmì èdìdì.
16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them;
Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì tó bẹ́ẹ̀ tí afẹ́fẹ́ kò lè wọ àárín wọn.
17 They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì rẹ̀; wọ́n lè wọ́n pọ̀ tí a kò lè mọ̀ wọ́n.
18 His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Nípa sí sin rẹ̀ ìmọ́lẹ̀ á mọ́, ojú rẹ̀ a sì dàbí ìpéǹpéjú òwúrọ̀.
19 Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
Láti ẹnu rẹ ni ọ̀wọ́-iná ti jáde wá, ìpẹ́pẹ́ iná a sì ta jáde.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
Láti ihò imú rẹ ni èéfín ti jáde wá, bí ẹni pé láti inú ìkòkò tí a fẹ́ iná ìfèéfèé lábẹ́ rẹ̀.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Èémí rẹ̀ tiná bọ ẹ̀yin iná, ọ̀wọ́-iná sì ti ẹnu rẹ̀ jáde.
22 In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
Ní ọrùn rẹ̀ ní agbára kù sí, àti ìbànújẹ́ àyà sì padà di ayọ̀ níwájú rẹ̀.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
Jabajaba ẹran rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀, wọ́n múra gírí fún ara wọn, a kò lè sí wọn ní ipò.
24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].
Àyà rẹ̀ dúró gbagidi bí òkúta, àní, ó le bi ìyá ọlọ.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
Nígbà tí ó bá gbé ara rẹ̀ sókè, àwọn alágbára bẹ̀rù; nítorí ìbẹ̀rù ńlá, wọ́n dààmú.
26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
Ọ̀kọ̀ tàbí idà, tàbí ọfà, ẹni tí ó ṣá a kò lè rán an.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
Ó ká irin sí ibi koríko gbígbẹ àti idẹ si bi igi híhù.
28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
Ọfà kò lè mú un sá; òkúta kànnakánná lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀ dàbí àgékù koríko.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
Ó ka ẹṣin sí bí àgékù ìdì koríko; ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí mímì ọ̀kọ̀.
30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
Òkúta mímú ń bẹ nísàlẹ̀ abẹ́ rẹ̀, ó sì tẹ́ ohun mímú ṣóńṣó sórí ẹrẹ̀.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
Ó mú ibú omi hó bí ìkòkò; ó sọ̀ agbami òkun dàbí kólòbó ìkunra.
32 He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
Ó mú ipa ọ̀nà tan lẹ́yìn rẹ̀; ènìyàn a máa ka ibú sí ewú arúgbó.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
Lórí ilẹ̀ ayé kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ̀, tí a dá láìní ìbẹ̀rù.
34 He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
Ó bojú wo ohun gíga gbogbo, ó sì nìkan jásí ọba lórí gbogbo àwọn ọmọ ìgbéraga.”
