Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the chamois of the rock bring forth? or markest thou 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 Numberest thou the months of gestation which they complete and 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 bend themselves: they drop their young ones; throw off their pains.
Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
4 Their little ones become strong; they grow up in the open field; they go forth, and return not unto them.
Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
5 Who sent out the wild ass free? or who loosened the bonds of the forest-ass?
“Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
6 To whom I assigned the wilderness as his house, and the salty land as his dwellings.
èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
7 He laugheth at the noise of a town, and the shoutings of the driver he heareth not.
Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
8 What he espieth on the mountains is his pasture, and after every green thing doth he search.
Orí àtòlé òkè ńlá ni ibùjẹ oko rẹ̀, òun a sì máa wá ewé tútù gbogbo rí.
9 Will the forest-ox be willing to serve thee, or will he stay over night at thy crib?
“Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
10 Canst thou bind the forest-ox with a rope [to labor] in the furrow? or will he harrow valleys, following 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? and wilt thou leave to him thy labor?
Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
12 Wilt thou confide in him, that he should bring home thy seed, and gather it into 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 moveth joyfully: hath she the pinions and plumage of the careful stork?
“Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
14 [No, ] for she intrusteth her eggs to the earth, and letteth them be hatched out on the dust:
Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
15 And she forgetteth that a foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may stamp them down.
tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
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;
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 denied her wisdom, and he hath not imparted to her understanding.
nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
18 At the time she raiseth herself up on high, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
19 Dost thou give the horse strength? dost thou clothe his neck with the rolling mane?
“Ìwọ ni ó fi agbára fún ẹṣin bí, tàbí ṣé ìwọ ni ó fi gọ̀gọ̀ wọ ọrùn rẹ̀ ní aṣọ?
20 Canst thou make him jump like a locust? his majestic snort is terrible.
Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
21 Men spy about in the valley, and he rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth forth to meet the armed array.
Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not dismayed; and turneth not back from before 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 Over him rattle the quiver, the glittering spear and the lance.
Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
24 With impatient noise and rage he holloweth [with his hoof] the ground, and keepeth not quiet when the cornet's voice [is heard].
Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
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.—
Ó wí nígbà ìpè pé, Háà! Háà! Ó sì gbóhùn ogun lókèèrè réré, igbe àwọn balógun àti ìhó ayọ̀ ogun wọn.
26 Is it through thy understanding that the hawk flieth along, and spreadeth out his wings toward the south?
“Àwòdì ha máa ti ipa ọgbọ́n rẹ̀ fò sókè, tí ó sì na ìyẹ́ apá rẹ̀ sí ìhà gúúsù?
27 Or is it by your order that the eagle doth mount upward, and buildeth high up his nest?
Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
28 On a rock he dwelleth, and spendeth his nights, on a rocky crag and mountain fastness.
Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
29 From there he espieth his food, from afar can his eyes behold.
Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
30 His young ones, also, sip up blood: and where the slain be, there is he.
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
