Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
“Àte ŋu atsɔ ƒu aɖe lo le tɔ me alo atsɔ ka abla eƒe aɖe ɖe nu me nɛa?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Àte ŋu ade ka ŋɔti me nɛ alo atsɔ ƒu aŋɔ eƒe glã?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Anɔ kukuɖeɖe na wò dzi ɖaa be nàkpɔ nublanui nɛa? Aƒo nu na wò kple gbe blewua?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Awɔ ɖoɖo kpli wò be nàkplɔe wòanye wò kluvi le eƒe agbe me katã?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Àte ŋu amlae abe xevi ene alo atsɔe ada ɖe avɔ dzi na viwò nyɔnuviwoa?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Ɖe asitsalawo atsɔ woƒe adzɔnuwo aɖɔliia? Ɖe woamae ɖe asitsalawo domea?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Àte ŋu atsɔ gaƒliwo aŋɔ eƒe ŋutigbalẽ alo atsɔ akplɔ atɔ eƒe ta?
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
Ne èka asi eŋuti la, àɖo ŋku avuwɔwɔ si yi edzi la dzi eye madzro wò be nàgawɔe o!
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Mɔkpɔkpɔ be yeate ŋu aɖu edzi nye beble elabena ne èkpɔe teti gɔ̃ hã la, ŋɔ adzi wò.
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Ame aɖeke medzi ŋɔ de enu ne wòanyɔe o. Ekema ame kae ate ŋu anɔ te ɖe nunye?
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Ame kae tre nu nanam bena maɖo eteƒe nɛ mahã? Nu sia nu si le ɣea te la nye tɔnye.
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
“Nyemagbe nuƒoƒo le eƒe ata, abɔ, eƒe ŋusẽ kple eƒe nɔnɔme dzeani la ŋu o.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Ame ka ate ŋu aɖe awu si wòdo ɖe edzi la le eŋu? Ame ka ate ŋu ado ɖe egbɔ kple gaƒli?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Ame ka ate ŋu ake eƒe nu, nu si me aɖuwo katã kpe ɖe wo nɔewo nu le kple vɔvɔ̃?
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Akpoxɔnuwo ɖo ɖe eƒe dzimegbe eye woɖo ɖe wo nɔewo nu,
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
ɖe sia ɖe lé ɖe nɔvia ŋu ale gbegbe be, ya gɔ̃ hã mate ŋu ato wo dome o.
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
Wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, woku ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu ale gbegbe be, womate ŋu ama wo dome o.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Eƒe nyenye kea dzo miamiamia eye eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ŋdi ƒe kekeli ene.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
Dzoxiwo dona tso eƒe nu me, eye nenema kee nye dzo ƒe aɖewo hã.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Dzudzɔ dona le eƒe ŋɔtime abe ale si tsize si woɖo aƒladzo dzi la fiena tua dzudzɔe ene.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
Eƒe gbɔgbɔ dea dzo aka me eye dzo bibi dona tso eƒe nu me.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Ŋusẽ le eƒe kɔ me eye dɔmedzoe le eŋgɔ.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
Eƒe ayi mlɔ wo nɔewo dzi eye wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, ale be womate ŋu afoe ɖa o.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Eƒe akɔta do akpa abe kpe ene eye wòsẽ abe te si dzi wotua nu le la ene.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
Ne etso la, ŋɔ dzia ŋusẽtɔwo gɔ̃ hã eye wogbugbɔna ɖe megbe ne wose eƒe afɔzi wògbɔna.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Yi si kaa eŋu la mewɔa nanekee o, nenema kee nye akplɔ, aŋutrɔ kple akplɔ nuɖekɛ.
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
Gayibɔ le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye akɔbli le abe ati si nyunyɔ la ene.
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Mesina le aŋutrɔwo nu o eye akafokpewo le nɛ abe blitsro ene.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Kpo le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye ne yi le gbe dom la, eɖia kokoe nɛ.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Eƒe dɔme le abe ze gbagbã dzaglidzagliwo ene eye woɖea fli ɖe ba me abe luƒomɔ ene.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Enana gogloƒewo fiena wlɔwlɔwlɔ abe aŋɔɖaze ene eye wòblua atsiaƒu me abe amiɖaze me blum wole ene.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
Egblẽa mɔ si le dzo dzam la ɖe emegbe eye wòtrɔa atsiaƒu wòzua futukpɔ ɣi, ale nàbu be atsiaƒua ɖe wòƒo wɔ ene.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
Naneke mele anyigba dzi sɔ kplii o, enye nuwɔwɔ si mevɔ̃a naneke o.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
Eklẽa ŋku ɖe nu siwo katã doa wo ɖokui ɖe dzi eye wònye fia ɖe nu siwo katã dana la dzi.”
