Job 40
1 Moreouer ye Lord spake vnto Iob, and said,
Onyenwe anyị zara Job sị:
2 Is this to learne to striue with the Almightie? he that reprooueth God, let him answere to it.
“Onye ahụ na-arụso Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ụka ọ pụrụ ịdọ ya aka na ntị? Ka onye ahụ na-ebo Chineke ebubo zaghachi ya.”
3 Then Iob answered the Lord, saying,
Mgbe ahụ, Job zaghachiri Onyenwe anyị sị:
4 Beholde, I am vile: what shall I answere thee? I will lay mine hand vpon my mouth.
“Abụ m onye na-erughị eru. Oleekwanụ ka m ga-esi zaghachi gị? Eji m aka m kpuchie ọnụ m.
5 Once haue I spoken, but I will answere no more, yea twise, but I will proceede no further.
Ekwuola m mbụ, ma enweghị m ọsịsa ọzọ kwuokwa ugboro abụọ, ma agaghị m ekwukwa ọzọ.”
6 Againe the Lord answered Iob out of the whirle winde, and said,
Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼoke ifufe gwa Job okwu sị:
7 Girde vp now thy loynes like a man: I will demaunde of thee, and declare thou vnto me.
“Kwadoo onwe gị dịka dimkpa; enwere m ajụjụ m ga-ajụ gị, achọkwara m ka i nye m ọsịsa.
8 Wilt thou disanul my iudgement? or wilt thou condemne me, that thou mayst be iustified?
“Ị ga-aga nʼihu ikwujọ ikpe ziri ezi m? Ị ga-aga nʼihu maa m ikpe ka ị si otu a bụrụ onye ikpe gaara?
9 Or hast thou an arme like God? or doest thou thunder with a voyce like him?
Ogwe aka gị ọ dị ike dịka nke Chineke? Olu gị ọ pụrụ ịda ụda dịka nke ya?
10 Decke thy selfe now with maiestie and excellencie, and aray thy selfe with beautie and glory.
Were ebube na ịdị ukwuu chọọ onwe gị mma, yikwasịkwa onwe gị nsọpụrụ na ugwu dịka uwe.
11 Cast abroad the indignation of thy wrath, and beholde euery one that is proude, and abase him.
Wụsa iwe gị dị ọkụ nʼebe ndị mpako niile nọ, weda ha nʼala,
12 Looke on euery one that is arrogant, and bring him lowe: and destroy the wicked in their place.
lekwasịkwa ndị mpako niile anya mee ha ihe ihere, ma tiriekwa ndị na-emebi iwu ebe ha guzo.
13 Hide them in the dust together, and binde their faces in a secret place.
Likọta ha niile nʼotu nʼaja, kpuchie ihu ha niile nʼala ili.
14 Then will I confesse vnto thee also, that thy right hand can saue thee.
Mgbe ahụ, mụ onwe m ga-ekwenyere gị, na aka nri nwere ike ịzọpụta gị.
15 Behold now Behemoth (whom I made with thee) which eateth grasse as an oxe.
“Lee enyi mmiri anya, bụ nke m kere dịka m si kee gị, ma ihe ọ na-eri bụ ahịhịa dịka ehi.
16 Behold now, his strength is in his loynes, and his force is in the nauil of his belly.
Lee ike dị nʼukwu ya, leekwa ike dị nʼime afọ ya.
17 When hee taketh pleasure, his taile is like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapt together.
Ọdụdụ ya ka ọ na-efegharị dịka osisi sida; akwara dị ya nʼahụ ka e jikọtara nke ọma.
18 His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
Ọkpụkpụ ya niile dịka ogidi bronz nwere ụmị, ọkpụkpụ ụkwụ na aka ya dịka okporo igwe.
19 He is the chiefe of the wayes of God: he that made him, will make his sworde to approch vnto him.
Ya onwe ya bụ otu nʼime ọrụ aka mbụ nke Chineke, ma naanị onye kere ya nwere ike iji mma agha bịa ya nso.
20 Surely the mountaines bring him foorth grasse, where all the beastes of the fielde play.
Ugwu na-enye ya ihe ọ na-eri. Nʼebe ahụ kwa ka ụmụ anụ ọhịa ndị ọzọ na-anọ egwuri egwu.
21 Lyeth hee vnder the trees in the couert of the reede and fennes?
Ọ na-edina nʼokpuru ahịhịa na-eto nʼakụkụ mmiri, zookwa onwe ya nʼetiti ahịhịa riidi nʼapịtị.
22 Can the trees couer him with their shadow? or can the willowes of the riuer compasse him about?
Ahịhịa lotus na-eji ndo ya kpuchie ya, osisi pọpla nke dị nʼakụkụ mmiri gbara ya gburugburu.
23 Behold, he spoyleth the riuer, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw vp Iorden into his mouth.
Ọ bụladị mgbe ebili mmiri na-ama, ọ dịghị atụ egwu; ọ na-anọ nwayọọ, nʼagbanyeghị na mmiri Jọdan na-asọpụta na-asọju ya nʼọnụ.
24 Hee taketh it with his eyes, and thrusteth his nose through whatsoeuer meeteth him.
Onye pụrụ ijide ya mgbe ọ na-ele anya, maọbụ were ọnya jide ya mapuo ya imi?
