Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the wilde goates bring foorth yong? or doest thou marke when the hindes doe calue?
“Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
2 Canst thou nomber the moneths that they fulfill? or knowest thou the time when they bring foorth?
Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
3 They bow them selues: they bruise their yong and cast out their sorowes.
Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
4 Yet their yong waxe fatte, and growe vp with corne: they goe foorth and returne not vnto them.
Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
5 Who hath set the wilde asse at libertie? or who hath loosed the bondes of the wilde asse?
“Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
6 It is I which haue made the wildernesse his house, and the salt places his dwellings.
Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
7 He derideth the multitude of the citie: he heareth not the crie of the driuer.
Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
8 He seeketh out the mountaine for his pasture, and searcheth after euery greene thing.
Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
9 Will the vnicorne serue thee? or will he tary by thy cribbe?
“Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
10 Canst thou binde the vnicorne with his band to labour in the furrowe? or will he plowe the valleyes after thee?
No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
11 Wilt thou trust in him, because his strength is great, and cast off thy labour vnto him?
No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
12 Wilt thou beleeue him, that he will bring home thy seede, and gather it vnto thy barne?
No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
13 Hast thou giuen the pleasant wings vnto the peacockes? or winges and feathers vnto the ostriche?
“Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
14 Which leaueth his egges in the earth, and maketh them hote in the dust,
Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
15 And forgetteth that the foote might scatter the, or that the wild beast might breake the.
ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
16 He sheweth himselfe cruell vnto his yong ones, as they were not his, and is without feare, as if he trauailed in vaine.
Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
17 For God had depriued him of wisedom, and hath giuen him no part of vnderstanding.
nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
18 When time is, he mounteth on hie: he mocketh the horse and his rider.
No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
19 Hast thou giuen the horse strength? or couered his necke with neying?
“Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
20 Hast thou made him afraid as the grashopper? his strong neying is fearefull.
Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
21 He diggeth in the valley, and reioyceth in his strength: he goeth foorth to meete the harnest man.
Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
22 He mocketh at feare, and is not afraid, and turneth not backe from the sworde,
Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
23 Though the quiuer rattle against him, the glittering speare and the shield.
Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
24 He swalloweth the ground for fearcenes and rage, and he beleeueth not that it is the noise of the trumpet.
Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
25 He sayth among the trumpets, Ha, ha: hee smellleth the battell afarre off, and the noyse of the captaines, and the shouting.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba ĩgatiiha, ‘Hĩ!’ Ĩnyiitaga thaaha wa mbaara ĩrĩ o haraaya, na ĩkaigua kayũ ka anene a mbaara, o na mbugĩrĩrio ya mbaara.
26 Shall the hauke flie by thy wisedome, stretching out his wings toward the South?
“Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
27 Doeth the eagle mount vp at thy commandement, or make his nest on hie?
Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
28 Shee abideth and remaineth in the rocke, euen vpon the toppe of the rocke, and the tower.
Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
29 From thence she spieth for meate, and her eyes beholde afarre off.
Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
30 His young ones also sucke vp blood: and where the slaine are, there is she.
Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
