Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
“Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ le è fi ìwọ̀ fa Lefitani jáde? Tàbí ìwọ lè fi okùn so ahọ́n rẹ̀ mọ́lẹ̀?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Ìwọ lè fi okùn bọ̀ ọ́ ní í mú, tàbí fi ìwọ̀ ẹ̀gún gun ní ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Òun ha jẹ́ bẹ ẹ̀bẹ̀ fún àánú lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ bí òun ha bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀ pẹ̀lẹ́?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Òun ha bá ọ dá májẹ̀mú bí? Ìwọ ó ha máa mú ṣe ẹrú láéláé bí?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Ìwọ ha lè ba sáré bí ẹni pé ẹyẹ ni, tàbí ìwọ ó dè é fún àwọn ọmọbìnrin ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Ẹgbẹ́ àwọn apẹja yóò ha máa tà á bí? Wọn ó ha pín láàrín àwọn oníṣòwò?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Ìwọ ha lè fi ọ̀kọ̀-irin gun awọ rẹ̀, tàbí orí rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ ìpẹja.
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
Fi ọwọ́ rẹ lé e lára, ìwọ ó rántí ìjà náà, ìwọ kì yóò sì ṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́.
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Kíyèsi, ìgbìyànjú láti mú un ní asán; ní kìkì ìrí rẹ̀ ara kì yóò ha rọ̀ ọ́ wẹ̀sì?
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Kò sí ẹni aláyà lílé tí ó lè ru sókè. Ǹjẹ́ ta ni ó lè dúró níwájú mi.
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Ta ni ó kọ́kọ́ ṣe fún mi, tí èmi ìbá fi san án fún un? Ohunkóhun ti ń bẹ lábẹ́ ọ̀run gbogbo, tèmi ni.
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
“Èmi kì yóò fi ẹ̀yà ara Lefitani, tàbí ipá rẹ, tàbí ìhámọ́ra rẹ tí ó ní ẹwà pamọ́.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Ta ni yóò lè rídìí aṣọ àpáta rẹ̀? Tàbí ta ni ó lè súnmọ́ ọ̀nà méjì eyín rẹ̀?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Ta ni ó lè ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn iwájú rẹ̀? Àyíká ẹ̀yin rẹ ni ìbẹ̀rù ńlá.
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Ìpẹ́ lílé ní ìgbéraga rẹ̀; ó pàdé pọ̀ tímọ́tímọ́ bí àmì èdìdì.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì tó bẹ́ẹ̀ tí afẹ́fẹ́ kò lè wọ àárín wọn.
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì rẹ̀; wọ́n lè wọ́n pọ̀ tí a kò lè mọ̀ wọ́n.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Nípa sí sin rẹ̀ ìmọ́lẹ̀ á mọ́, ojú rẹ̀ a sì dàbí ìpéǹpéjú òwúrọ̀.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
Láti ẹnu rẹ ni ọ̀wọ́-iná ti jáde wá, ìpẹ́pẹ́ iná a sì ta jáde.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Láti ihò imú rẹ ni èéfín ti jáde wá, bí ẹni pé láti inú ìkòkò tí a fẹ́ iná ìfèéfèé lábẹ́ rẹ̀.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
Èémí rẹ̀ tiná bọ ẹ̀yin iná, ọ̀wọ́-iná sì ti ẹnu rẹ̀ jáde.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Ní ọrùn rẹ̀ ní agbára kù sí, àti ìbànújẹ́ àyà sì padà di ayọ̀ níwájú rẹ̀.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
Jabajaba ẹran rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀, wọ́n múra gírí fún ara wọn, a kò lè sí wọn ní ipò.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Àyà rẹ̀ dúró gbagidi bí òkúta, àní, ó le bi ìyá ọlọ.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
Nígbà tí ó bá gbé ara rẹ̀ sókè, àwọn alágbára bẹ̀rù; nítorí ìbẹ̀rù ńlá, wọ́n dààmú.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Ọ̀kọ̀ tàbí idà, tàbí ọfà, ẹni tí ó ṣá a kò lè rán an.
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
Ó ká irin sí ibi koríko gbígbẹ àti idẹ si bi igi híhù.
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Ọfà kò lè mú un sá; òkúta kànnakánná lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀ dàbí àgékù koríko.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Ó ka ẹṣin sí bí àgékù ìdì koríko; ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí mímì ọ̀kọ̀.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Òkúta mímú ń bẹ nísàlẹ̀ abẹ́ rẹ̀, ó sì tẹ́ ohun mímú ṣóńṣó sórí ẹrẹ̀.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ó mú ibú omi hó bí ìkòkò; ó sọ̀ agbami òkun dàbí kólòbó ìkunra.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
Ó mú ipa ọ̀nà tan lẹ́yìn rẹ̀; ènìyàn a máa ka ibú sí ewú arúgbó.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
Lórí ilẹ̀ ayé kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ̀, tí a dá láìní ìbẹ̀rù.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
Ó bojú wo ohun gíga gbogbo, ó sì nìkan jásí ọba lórí gbogbo àwọn ọmọ ìgbéraga.”
