Job 39
1 "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
“Ìwọ mọ àkókò ìgbà tí àwọn ewúrẹ́ orí àpáta ń bímọ? Ìwọ sì lè kíyèsi ìgbà tí abo àgbọ̀nrín ń bímọ?
2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
Ìwọ lè ka iye òṣùpá tí wọn ń pé, ìwọ sì mọ àkókò ìgbà tí wọn ń bímọ.
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they end their labor pains.
Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and do not return again.
Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
5 "Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
“Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
Orí àtòlé òkè ńlá ni ibùjẹ oko rẹ̀, òun a sì máa wá ewé tútù gbogbo rí.
9 "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
“Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
Ìwọ le fi òkun tata de àgbáǹréré nínú aporo? Tàbí ó jẹ́ máa fa ìtulẹ̀ nínú aporo oko tọ̀ ọ́ lẹ́yìn?
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
12 Will you have faith in him, that he will bring in your grain, and gather it to your 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 wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
“Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
15 and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
16 She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
Kò ní àánú sí àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bí ẹni pé wọn kì í ṣe tirẹ̀; asán ni iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ láìní ìbẹ̀rù;
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
18 When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
19 "Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
“Ìwọ ni ó fi agbára fún ẹṣin bí, tàbí ṣé ìwọ ni ó fi gọ̀gọ̀ wọ ọrùn rẹ̀ ní aṣọ?
20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from 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 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
24 He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha.' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Ó wí nígbà ìpè pé, Háà! Háà! Ó sì gbóhùn ogun lókèèrè réré, igbe àwọn balógun àti ìhó ayọ̀ ogun wọn.
26 "Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
“Àwòdì ha máa ti ipa ọgbọ́n rẹ̀ fò sókè, tí ó sì na ìyẹ́ apá rẹ̀ sí ìhà gúúsù?
27 Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
28 On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
29 From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
