Job 41
1 “Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?
“No ũhote kũguucũrũria nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani na ndwano, kana wohe rũrĩmĩ rwayo na mũkanda?
2 Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?
No ũhote kũmĩtoonyia rũrigi iniũrũ, kana ũmĩtũrĩkanie rũthĩa na ndwano?
3 Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?
No ĩtinde ĩgĩgũthaitha ũmĩiguĩre tha? No ĩkwarĩrie na ciugo cia ũhooreri?
4 Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?
No ĩrĩkanĩre nawe ũthiĩ nayo, ĩtũũre ĩrĩ ngombo yaku nginya tene?
5 Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?
No ũhote kũmĩhooreria ta nyoni, kana ũmĩoherere handũ nĩguo airĩtu aku mamĩmeemagie?
6 (Companions feast on him, They divide him among the merchants!)
Onjoria no mamĩkũũranie na indo ciao? No mamĩgayanie kũrĩ onjorithia?
7 Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?
No ũhote gũtheecanga rũũa rwayo na mĩcengi, kana ũtheecange mũtwe wayo na mĩcengi ĩrĩa ĩtegaga thamaki?
8 Place your hand on him, Remember the battle—do not add!
Ũngĩmĩhutia na guoko, ũngĩtũũra ũririkanaga kĩgiano kĩu, na ndũngĩgacookera!
9 Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?
Mwĩrĩgĩrĩro wa atĩ no ũmĩtoorie nĩ kwĩheenia; o kũmĩona tu nĩkũiganĩte gũtũma mũndũ amake, orwo nĩ hinya.
10 None so fierce that he awakes him, And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?
Gũtirĩ mũndũ ũrĩ ũcamba mũiganu wa kũmĩarahũra. Nũũ ũngĩkĩhota kwĩĩndiiria niĩ?
11 Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.
Nũũ ũngĩnandũra kĩndũ atĩ nĩguo ndĩmũrĩhe? Kĩndũ gĩothe kĩrĩ rungu rwa igũrũ nĩ gĩakwa.
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
“Ndikwaga kwaria ũhoro wa ciĩga ciayo, o na wa hinya wayo, na wa ũthaka wayo.
13 Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?
Nũũ ũngĩhota kũmĩaũra nguo yayo ya igũrũ? Nũũ ũngĩmĩkuhĩrĩria amĩĩkĩre matamu?
14 Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.
Nũũ ũngĩũmĩrĩria kũmĩathamia kanua, kau kaiyũrĩte magego ma kũmakania?
15 A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.
Mũgongo wayo ũrĩ na ngo ciĩiganĩrĩire mĩhari, ikomanĩire ikanyiitana;
16 They draw near to one another, And air does not enter between them.
o ĩmwe ĩnyiitanĩte na ĩrĩa ĩngĩ, ũũ atĩ gũtirĩ rĩera rĩngĩtoonyera gatagatĩ ga cio.
17 They adhere to one another, They stick together and are not separated.
Igwatanĩtio hamwe irĩ nũmu; inyiitanĩte hamwe ũndũ itangĩtigithũkana.
18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
Gũtiiha kwayo kũmenũkagia ũtheri; maitho mayo nĩ ta mĩrũri ya rũciinĩ gũgĩthererũka.
19 Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.
Imũrĩ cia mwaki ciumaga kanua-inĩ kayo; ĩrathũkagia thandĩ cia mwaki.
20 Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, As a blown pot and reeds.
Ĩrutaga ndogo na maniũrũ taarĩ nyũngũ ĩratherũka ĩhagĩrĩtwo igũrũ rĩa mwaki wa ithanjĩ.
21 His breath sets coals on fire, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
Mĩhũmũ yayo ĩgwatagia makara mwaki, naruo rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũkoima kanua kayo.
22 Strength lodges in his neck, And grief exults before him.
Ngingo-inĩ yayo nĩho hinya wayo ũkoragwo, ũrĩa ũmakagia kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩtũnganaga nayo.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.
Mĩgũtha ya nyama ciayo nĩmĩnyiitanu mũno; nĩ mĩrũmu ũũ atĩ ndĩngĩenyenyeka.
24 His heart [is] firm as a stone, Indeed, firm as the lower piece.
Ngoro yayo yũmĩte ta ihiga, ĩkooma ta ihiga rĩa gũthĩa rĩa na thĩ.
25 The mighty are afraid at his rising, From his breakings they keep themselves free.
Rĩrĩa yarahũka, arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmamakaga; mooraga ĩtanamahũũra.
26 The sword of his overtaker does not stand, Spear, dart, and breastplate.
Gũtirĩ rũhiũ rwa njora rũngĩmĩĩka ũndũ, o na kana itimũ, kana mũguĩ, kana mĩcengi.
27 He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
Harĩ Leviathani-rĩ, kĩgera no ta nyeki nyũmũ, nakĩo gĩcango no ta gĩcunjĩ kĩbuthu kĩa mũtĩ.
28 The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.
Mĩguĩ ndĩngĩtũma yũre; mahiga ma kĩgũtha no ta mũũngũ harĩ yo.
29 Darts have been reckoned as stubble, And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
Harĩ yo njũgũma no ta gacunjĩ ka rũnyeki rũmũ; ĩthekagĩrĩra kũbĩrĩrĩka gwa itimũ.
30 Sharp points of clay [are] under him, He spreads gold on the mire.
Nda yayo nĩ ta rũgĩo rũrĩ na mageca; ĩtigaga ngururo ndaka-inĩ ta cia ngaari iria ikonyoraga ngano.
31 He causes the deep to boil as a pot, He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.
Ĩtũmaga iria kũrĩa kũriku gũtherũke ta nyũngũ, na ĩkoiruga iria ta nyũngũ ya maguta ma kwĩhaka.
32 He causes a path to shine after him, One thinks the deep to be hoary.
Harĩa yagerera ĩtigaga mũhari ũkũhenia; mũndũ no eciirie atĩ ndia ĩrĩ na mbuĩ.
33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
Gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩngĩigananio nayo gũkũ thĩ; nĩ kĩũmbe gĩtarĩ guoya.
34 He sees every high thing, He [is] king over all sons of pride.”
Ĩnyũrũragia kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩĩtũũgagĩria; nĩyo mũthamaki wa kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩĩtĩĩaga.”
