Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
Mahatarike i Leviatàne am-bintañe v-iheo? hatindri’o ambane an-tàly hao i lela’ey?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Lefe’o hao ty mampikiviro i oro’ey, ndra ty hangirike i soma’ey am-pengoke?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Hanao lako halaly ama’o hao re? Ke hivolañe mora ama’o?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Hifañina ama’o hao, handrambesa’o aze ho fetrek’oro’o kitro katroke?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Ho hisà’o hao hoe voroñe? ke ho tantalie’o ho amo anak’ ampela’oo.
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Hifampihehetse ama’e hao o mpanao balikeo? Ho zarae’ iareo am’ o mpanao takinakeo hao re?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Ho tsitsihem-pirango hao i holi’ey? Ndra i loha’ey an-defom-piañe?
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
Apaoho ama’e ty fità’o vaho tiahio i ho ali’oy te tsy hindroe’o.
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Hete! Toe tsy vente’e t’ie salalaeñe, tsy ho tafahohoke hao te isahañe?
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
I Tsy eo ty lahitsi’ay mahavany hitsobore aze; ia arè ty mahafiatreatre amako?
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Ia ty nanolotse ahy, te havahako? ahiko ze hene ambanen-dikerañe ao.
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Tsy hitsiñeko o kitso’eo, ty haozara’e ra’elahiy, vaho i sandri’e tsaratseakey,
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Ia ty hañolitse o sisin-koli’eo? Ia ty hahafizilik’ añivom-balañorà’e roe ao?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Ia ty mahafisokake o lalam-bein-tarehe’eo? mampangetraketrake ty fañarikatoha’ o nife’eo.
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Fisengea’e o sisì’e fatratseo, ie mikititse hoe linite;
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
Akore ty fifampikiteha’e kanao tsy mahafitsifitse ao ty tioke.
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
Nifampireketeñe iereo, mifampipiteke, tsy lefe akatrake.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Mitsopela-kazavàñe o fihatsìhe’eo, manahake ty holi-maso’ i maraindraiñey o maso’eo.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
Failo milebaleba ty miakatse am-bava’e, afo mipelatse ty mipitsike mb’eo.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Mañatoeñe o loa-koro’eo, hoe valàñe mamorotse ambone vinda mirehetse.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
Mamiañe foroha ty kofò’e, afo misodotse ty miboak’ am-bava’e ao.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Mimoneñe an-kàto’e ty haozarañe, vaho mitsinjak’ aolo’e eo ty miroreke.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
Mifampirekets’ ama’e i holi’e mifanosokeo, gañe ama’e Izay tsy mete asitse.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Gañe hoe vato ty fo’e; manahake ty hamafem-bato-lisañe ambane.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
Ie mivoalatse, miholi-tsandry o fanalolahio; ie vereñe mamoe’ay.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Tsy lefe t’ie liherem-pibara, ndra lefoñe, ndra ana-defo, ndra baramino masioñe.
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
Atao’e ho boka maike ty viñe, naho hatae voroke ty torisìke.
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Tsy mahafandrifitse aze o ana-paleo; atao’e forompotse o vato-piletseo.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Tonton-drongoñe ama’e o kobaiñeo, tohafa’e o lefoñe mikaratsakaratsakeo.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Silam-balañe-tane masioñe ty ambane’e, hoe mamofopofoke ampemba t’ie miranga fotake.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ampitroatroahe’e hoe valàñe i lalekey; ampanahafe’e ami’ty fampitranahañe rano mañitse i riakey.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
Anoe’e lala-miloeloe ty am-boho’e ao anoe’e hoe a maròy foty i lalekey.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
Tsy ambone-tane atoy ty mañirinkiriñe aze, ie nitsenèñe tsy ho aman-tahotse.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
Jilojilove’e iaby ze atao abo; ie ty lohà’ ze hene anam-pirengevohañe.
