Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the chamois of the rock bring forth? or markest thou when the hinds do calve?
“Wonim ɛberɛ a bepɔ so mmirekyie wowoɔ? Woahwɛ, ahunu ɛberɛ a ɔforoteɛ nyinsɛn ne ba?
2 Numberest thou the months of gestation which they complete and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
Woakane abosome dodoɔ a wɔde nyinsɛn? Wonim ɛberɛ a wɔwoɔ anaa?
3 They bend themselves: they drop their young ones; throw off their pains.
Wɔkoto wowo wɔn mma; na wɔn awokoɔ yea to twa.
4 Their little ones become strong; they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not unto them.
Wɔn mma nyini ahoɔden so wɔ wiram; na wɔgya wɔn awofoɔ hɔ a wɔnnsane nkɔ wɔn nkyɛn bio.
5 Who sent out the wild ass free? or who loosened the bonds of the forest-ass?
“Hwan na ɔma wiram afunumu fa ne ho die? Hwan na ɔsanee ne nhoma?
6 To whom I assigned the wilderness as his house, and the salty land as his dwellings.
Mede asase bonini maa no sɛ ne fie, ne nkyene asase tamaa sɛ nʼatenaeɛ.
7 He laugheth at the noise of a town, and the shoutings of the driver he heareth not.
Ɔsere kurom gyegyeegyeyɛ no; na ɔnte ɔkafoɔ nteateam.
8 What he espieth on the mountains is his pasture, and after every green thing doth he search.
Ɔkyinkyini mmepɔ no so sɛ nʼadidibea; ɛhɔ na ɔkyin hwehwɛ wira mono biara.
9 Will the forest-ox be willing to serve thee, or will he stay over night at thy crib?
“Ɛkoɔ bɛpene sɛ ɔbɛsom wo anaa? Ɔbɛtena wo mmoa adididaka nkyɛn anadwo anaa?
10 Canst thou bind the forest-ox with a rope [to labor] in the furrow? or will he harrow valleys, following after thee?
Wobɛtumi asa no wɔ fentemfidie so? Ɔbɛfentem mmɔnhwa a ɛda wʼakyi anaa?
11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave to him thy labor?
Wobɛtumi de wo ho ato no so ɛsiane nʼahoɔden dodoɔ nti? Wobɛgya wʼadwuma a ɛyɛ den ama no anaa?
12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he should bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?—
Wogye di sɛ ɔde wʼaburo bɛba na waboa ano de akɔ ayuporobea anaa?
13 The wing of the ostrich moveth joyfully: hath she the pinions and plumage of the careful stork?
“Sohori bɔ nʼataban mu anigyeɛ so, nanso wɔntumi mfa ntoto asukɔnkɔn deɛ ho.
14 [No, ] for she intrusteth her eggs to the earth, and letteth them be hatched out on the dust:
Ɔto ne nkosua gu asase so ma mfuturo ka no hye,
15 And she forgetteth that a foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may stamp them down.
ɛmfa ne ho sɛ ɛnan bi bɛpɛkyɛ no, sɛ wiram aboa bi bɛtiatia so.
16 He hath made her callous against her young, as though they were not hers: her labor is in vain, [but she feeleth] no dread;
Ɔbɔ ne mma atirimuɔden sɛdeɛ wɔnnyɛ ne dea; ɛmfa ne ho sɛ nʼadwuma bɛyɛ kwa,
17 Because God hath denied her wisdom, and he hath not imparted to her understanding.
ɛfiri sɛ Onyankopɔn amma no nyansa, wamma no nhunumu biara.
18 At the time she raiseth herself up on high, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
Nanso sɛ ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu tu mmirika a, ɔsere ɔpɔnkɔ ne ne sotefoɔ.
19 Dost thou give the horse strength? dost thou clothe his neck with the rolling mane?
“Wo na woma ɔpɔnkɔ no nʼahoɔden anaa wode ne kɔn mu nwi kuhaa no ma no?
20 Canst thou make him jump like a locust? his majestic snort is terrible.
Wo na woma no huri te sɛ ntutummɛ, na ɔde ne nkorɔmo hunahuna anaa?
21 Men spy about in the valley, and he rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth forth to meet the armed array.
Ɔde ne nan tintim fam denden, na nʼani gye nʼahoɔden mu, na afei ɔbɔ wura ɔko mu.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not dismayed; and turneth not back from before the sword.
Ɔmmɔ hu, na ɔnsuro biribiara; ɔhunu akofena a ɔnnwane.
23 Over him rattle the quiver, the glittering spear and the lance.
Bɛmma woso wɔ ne nkyɛn mu bɔha mu, na pea ne pɛmɛ nso di ahim wɔ ne ho.
24 With impatient noise and rage he holloweth [with his hoof] the ground, and keepeth not quiet when the cornet's voice [is heard].
Ɔfiri ahopereɛ mu de nʼano sisi fam; na sɛ wɔhyɛn totorobɛnto a, ɔntumi nnyina faako.
25 Midst the sound of the cornet he uttereth his joyful neigh; and from afar he perceiveth the battle, the loud call of the captains, and the battle-cry.—
Sɛ totorobɛnto hyɛne a ɔka sɛ, ‘Wiɛɛ!’ ɔte ɔko ho hwa firi akyirikyiri, ɔsahene no nteamu ne ɔko mu osebɔ.
26 Is it through thy understanding that the hawk flieth along, and spreadeth out his wings toward the south?
“Wo nyansa na ɛma akorɔma tuo na ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu fa anafoɔ?
27 Or is it by your order that the eagle doth mount upward, and buildeth high up his nest?
Wo na wohyɛ ɔkɔdeɛ ma no tu kɔ sorosoro kɔyɛ ne pirebuo wɔ hɔ?
28 On a rock he dwelleth, and spendeth his nights, on a rocky crag and mountain fastness.
Ɔbotan mu na ɔteɛ na ɛhɔ na ɔda; ɔbotan sorɔnsorɔn yɛ nʼabandenden.
29 From there he espieth his food, from afar can his eyes behold.
Ɛhɔ na ɔfiri kɔpɛ nʼaduane; nʼani hunu adeɛ a ɛwɔ akyirikyiri.
30 His young ones, also, sip up blood: and where the slain be, there is he.
Mogya yɛ ne mma aduane, na baabi a atɔfoɔ wɔ no, ɛhɔ na ɔwɔ.”
