Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
“Ìwọ mọ àkókò ìgbà tí àwọn ewúrẹ́ orí àpáta ń bímọ? Ìwọ sì lè kíyèsi ìgbà tí abo àgbọ̀nrín ń bímọ?
2 Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
Ìwọ lè ka iye òṣùpá tí wọn ń pé, ìwọ sì mọ àkókò ìgbà tí wọn ń bímọ.
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they cast out their fruit.
Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
4 Their young ones wax strong, they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not again.
Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
“Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place.
èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
7 He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
Orí àtòlé òkè ńlá ni ibùjẹ oko rẹ̀, òun a sì máa wá ewé tútù gbogbo rí.
9 Will the wild-ox be willing to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
“Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Ìwọ le fi òkun tata de àgbáǹréré nínú aporo? Tàbí ó jẹ́ máa fa ìtulẹ̀ nínú aporo oko tọ̀ ọ́ lẹ́yìn?
11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
12 Wilt thou rely on him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the corn of thy threshing-floor?
Ìwọ le gbẹ́kẹ̀lé pé, yóò mú èso oko rẹ̀ wá sílé, àti pé yóò sì kó ọ jọ sínú àká rẹ?
13 The wing of the ostrich beateth joyously; but are her pinions and feathers the kindly stork's?
“Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
14 For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.
tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
16 She is hardened against her young ones, as if they were not hers; though her labour be in vain, she is without fear;
Kò ní àánú sí àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bí ẹni pé wọn kì í ṣe tirẹ̀; asán ni iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ láìní ìbẹ̀rù;
17 Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath He imparted to her understanding.
nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
18 When the time cometh, she raiseth her wings on high, and scorneth the horse and his rider.
Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
19 Hast thou given the horse his strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with fierceness?
“Ìwọ ni ó fi agbára fún ẹṣin bí, tàbí ṣé ìwọ ni ó fi gọ̀gọ̀ wọ ọrùn rẹ̀ ní aṣọ?
20 Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
21 He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; he goeth out to meet the clash of arms.
Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
22 He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
Ó fi ojú kékeré wo ẹ̀rù, àyà kò sì fò ó; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì í sì í padà sẹ́yìn kúrò lọ́wọ́ idà.
23 The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
24 He swalloweth the ground with storm and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice of the horn.
Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
25 As oft as he heareth the horn he saith: 'Ha, ha!' and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Ó wí nígbà ìpè pé, Háà! Háà! Ó sì gbóhùn ogun lókèèrè réré, igbe àwọn balógun àti ìhó ayọ̀ ogun wọn.
26 Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
“Àwòdì ha máa ti ipa ọgbọ́n rẹ̀ fò sókè, tí ó sì na ìyẹ́ apá rẹ̀ sí ìhà gúúsù?
27 Doth the vulture mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
28 She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the stronghold.
Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
29 From thence she spieth out the prey; her eyes behold it afar off.
Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
30 Her young ones also suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is she.
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
