Job 41
1 Can you draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which you let down?
“Ị pụrụ iji nko azụ jide Leviatan maọbụ jiri ụdọ kegide ire ya bịada ya?
2 Can you put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
Ị pụrụ ikenye eriri nʼimi ya maọbụ were ngu igwe mapuo agba ya?
3 Will he make many supplications to you? will he speak soft words to you?
Ọ ga-arịọ gị arịrịọ ka i meere ya ebere? Ọ ga-eji olu dị nro gwa gị okwu?
4 Will he make a covenant with you? will you take him for a servant for ever?
Ọ ga-ekwe ka gị na ya baa nʼọgbụgba ndụ ka i were ya dịka ohu gị ogologo ndụ ya niile?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? or will you bind him for your maidens?
Ị ga-eji ya gwurie egwu dịka nnụnụ? Maọbụ kee ya eriri nye ya ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼụlọ gị?
6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
Ị pụrụ iji igwe nko mejuo akpụkpọ ahụ ya maọbụ iji ùbe ndị ọkụ azụ dupuo isi ya?
8 Lay your hand on him, remember the battle, do no more.
Ọ bụrụ na ị tụkwasị ya aka, ị gaghị echefu ọgụ ọ ga-alụso gị. Ị gakwaghị anwa ya ọzọ.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
Nʼihi nke a, o nweghị onye nwere obi ike ịkpasu ya iwe. Ọ bụ onye pụrụ iguzogide m?
11 Who has prevented me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
Olee onye m ji ụgwọ nke m na-aghaghị ịkwụ? Ihe niile dị nʼokpuru eluigwe bụ nke m.
12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
“Agaghị m akwụsị ikwu ihe banyere ụkwụ na aka Leviatan, na ike ya, na ụdịdị ya mara mma.
13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
Onye nwere ike ikpughepụ ihe e ji kpuchie ya ahụ? Onye nwekwara ike ịbanye nʼagba ya apịajiri okpukpu abụọ?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
nke ọbụla dị ibe ya nso, na ikuku enweghị ike gafee nʼetiti ha.
17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
E jikọtara ha ọnụ nke ọma, ha na-ejisi onwe ha ike, enweghị ike ikewa ha.
18 By his neesings a light does shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Ire ọkụ na-asọpụta site nʼọnụ ya, icheku ọkụ na-ekepụtakwa nʼọnụ ya.
20 Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
Anwụrụ ọkụ na-esi nʼimi ya na-apụta, dịka ukuru ọkụ nke na-esi nʼime mmiri na-agbọ nʼelu osisi achara.
21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
22 In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya bụ ihe jikọtara ọnụ nke ọma, ha siri ike na-apụghị inugharị ha.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
25 When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
Mgbe o bilitere ọtọ, ndị dike na-atụ oke ụjọ; ha na-alaghachi azụ nʼihi mmagharị ya.
26 The sword of him that lays at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
O nweghị mma agha ọbụla pụrụ igbochi ya, o nwekwaghị ùbe igwe, maọbụ àkụ maọbụ ihe ọbụla a pịrị ọnụ ya apị nke pụrụ igbochi ya.
27 He esteems iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on the mire.
Okpuru afọ ya dị ka ejuju dị nkọ, nke na-ahapụ ụzọ nʼapịtị dịka igwe eji azọcha mkpụrụ ọka site nʼogbe ya.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ọ na-eme mmiri dị ogbu ka ọ gbọọ dịka ite; ọ na-akpagharị oke osimiri ka ọ dị ka mmanụ otite dị nʼite.
32 He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Ọ na-ahapụ ụfụfụ nʼazụ mgbe ọ na-aga; mmadụ ga-eche na ọ osimiri nwere isi awọ.
33 On earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
O nweghị ihe ọzọ dị nʼụwa yiri ya, o nweghị ihe na-emenye ya ụjọ.
34 He beholds all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
