Job 40
1 Moreover the LORD answered Job, and said:
Anplis, SENYÈ a te di a Job:
2 Shall he that reproveth contend with the Almighty? He that argueth with God, let him answer it.
“Èske li k ap jwenn fot va fè kont ak Tou Pwisan an? Kite li ki repwòche Bondye reponn sa.”
3 Then Job answered the LORD, and said:
Konsa, Job te reponn SENYÈ a. Li te di:
4 Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer Thee? I lay my hand upon my mouth.
“Anverite, mwen pa anyen; ki repons mwen kab bay Ou? Mwen poze men m sou bouch mwen.
5 Once have I spoken, but I will not answer again; yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.
Yon fwa mwen te pale e mwen pa p replike l; menm de fwa, men m pap wale pi lwen.”
6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
Konsa, SENYÈ a te reponn nan mitan toubiyon an. Li te di:
7 Gird up thy loins now like a man; I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto Me.
Alò, mare senti ou kon gason; Mwen va mande ou yon bagay, e ou va enstwi M.
8 Wilt thou even make void My judgment? Wilt thou condemn Me, that thou mayest be justified?
Èske anverite ou va anile jijman Mwen an? Èske ou va kondane Mwen pou ou menm kab jistifye?
9 Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like Him?
Oswa èske ou gen yon bra tankou Bondye, ak yon vwa ki ka gwonde tankou pa L la?
10 Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency, and array thyself with glory and beauty.
Abiye ou menm ak mayifisans ak grandè. Mete sou ou lonè ak laglwa.
11 Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath; and look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.
Vide fè parèt nèt tout lakòlè k ap debòde nan ou. Fè yon ti gade sou tout sila ki gen ògèy yo, e desann yo.
12 Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked in their place.
Fè rega sou tout sila ki gen ògèy yo, e fè yo bese, vin ba. Foule mechan yo nèt kote yo kanpe.
13 Hide them in the dust together; bind their faces in the hidden place.
Kache yo ansanm nan pousyè a. Mare figi yo nan plas kache a.
14 Then will I also confess unto thee that thine own right hand can save thee.
Epi konsa M ap konfese a ou menm ke se pwòp men dwat ou ki kab sove ou.
15 Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.
Gade byen Beyemòt la ke M te fè menm tankou Mwen te fè w la; Li manje zèb tankou bèf.
16 Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the stays of his body.
Gade koulye a, fòs li nan ren li, e pouvwa li nan gwo venn a vant li yo.
17 He straineth his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are knit together.
Li koube ke li tankou yon sèd; venn nan kwis li yo koude ansanm nèt.
18 His bones are as pipes of brass; his gristles are like bars of iron.
Zo li se tiyo ki fèt an bwonz; janm li tankou ba fè.
19 He is the beginning of the ways of God; He only that made him can make His sword to approach unto him.
Li se premye nan chemen Bondye a; fòk se Sila ki fè l la, ki pou pwoche nepe li.
20 Surely the mountains bring him forth food, and all the beasts of the field play there.
Anverite, mòn yo mennen bay li manje kote tout bèt sovaj latè yo jwe.
21 He lieth under the lotus-trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.
Anba zèb dlo, li kouche; nan kouvèti wozo a ak marekaj la.
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.
Plant dlo yo kouvri li ak lonbraj; bwa sikrèn k ap koule dlo a antoure li.
23 Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; he is confident, though the Jordan rush forth to his mouth.
Lè rivyè a vin anraje, li pa twouble; li gen konfyans malgre Jourdain an rive jis nan bouch li.
24 Shall any take him by his eyes, or pierce through his nose with a snare?
Èske gen moun ki kab kaptire li lè l ap veye; menm ak pwent anfè, èske yon moun kab pèse nen l?
