Job 39
1 Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou observe when the hinds are in labor?
“Wonim ɛberɛ a bepɔ so mmirekyie wowoɔ? Woahwɛ, ahunu ɛberɛ a ɔforoteɛ nyinsɛn ne ba?
2 Canst thou number the months they fulfill, And know the season when they bring forth?
Woakane abosome dodoɔ a wɔde nyinsɛn? Wonim ɛberɛ a wɔwoɔ anaa?
3 They bow themselves; they bring forth their young; They cast forth their pains.
Wɔkoto wowo wɔn mma; na wɔn awokoɔ yea to twa.
4 Their young ones are strong; they grow up in the fields; They go away, and return not to them.
Wɔn mma nyini ahoɔden so wɔ wiram; na wɔgya wɔn awofoɔ hɔ a wɔnnsane nkɔ wɔn nkyɛn bio.
5 Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass,
“Hwan na ɔma wiram afunumu fa ne ho die? Hwan na ɔsanee ne nhoma?
6 To whom I have given the wilderness for his house, And the barren land for his dwelling-place?
Mede asase bonini maa no sɛ ne fie, ne nkyene asase tamaa sɛ nʼatenaeɛ.
7 He scorneth the tumult of the city, And heedeth not the shouting of the driver;
Ɔsere kurom gyegyeegyeyɛ no; na ɔnte ɔkafoɔ nteateam.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture; He seeketh after every green thing,
Ɔkyinkyini mmepɔ no so sɛ nʼadidibea; ɛhɔ na ɔkyin hwehwɛ wira mono biara.
9 Will the wild-ox consent to serve thee? Will he pass the night at thy crib?
“Ɛkoɔ bɛpene sɛ ɔbɛsom wo anaa? Ɔbɛtena wo mmoa adididaka nkyɛn anadwo anaa?
10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox with the harness to the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Wobɛtumi asa no wɔ fentemfidie so? Ɔbɛfentem mmɔnhwa a ɛda wʼakyi anaa?
11 Wilt thou rely upon him because his strength is great, And commit to him thy labor?
Wobɛtumi de wo ho ato no so ɛsiane nʼahoɔden dodoɔ nti? Wobɛgya wʼadwuma a ɛyɛ den ama no anaa?
12 Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy grain, And gather in thy harvest?
Wogye di sɛ ɔde wʼaburo bɛba na waboa ano de akɔ ayuporobea anaa?
13 The wing of the ostrich moveth joyfully; But is it with loving pinion and feathers?
“Sohori bɔ nʼataban mu anigyeɛ so, nanso wɔntumi mfa ntoto asukɔnkɔn deɛ ho.
14 Nay, she layeth her eggs on the ground; She warmeth them in the dust,
Ɔto ne nkosua gu asase so ma mfuturo ka no hye,
15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, And that the wild beast may break them.
ɛmfa ne ho sɛ ɛnan bi bɛpɛkyɛ no, sɛ wiram aboa bi bɛtiatia so.
16 She is cruel to her young, as if they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, yet she feareth not;
Ɔbɔ ne mma atirimuɔden sɛdeɛ wɔnnyɛ ne dea; ɛmfa ne ho sɛ nʼadwuma bɛyɛ kwa,
17 Because God hath denied her wisdom, And hath not given her understanding.
ɛfiri sɛ Onyankopɔn amma no nyansa, wamma no nhunumu biara.
18 Yet when she lasheth herself up on high, She laugheth at the horse and his rider.
Nanso sɛ ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu tu mmirika a, ɔsere ɔpɔnkɔ ne ne sotefoɔ.
19 Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with his trembling mane?
“Wo na woma ɔpɔnkɔ no nʼahoɔden anaa wode ne kɔn mu nwi kuhaa no ma no?
20 Hast thou taught him to bound like the locust? How majestic his snorting! how terrible!
Wo na woma no huri te sɛ ntutummɛ, na ɔde ne nkorɔmo hunahuna anaa?
21 He paweth in the valley; he exulteth in his strength, And rusheth into the midst of arms.
Ɔde ne nan tintim fam denden, na nʼani gye nʼahoɔden mu, na afei ɔbɔ wura ɔko mu.
22 He laugheth at fear; he trembleth not, And turneth not back from the sword.
Ɔmmɔ hu, na ɔnsuro biribiara; ɔhunu akofena a ɔnnwane.
23 Against him rattle the quiver, The flaming spear, and the lance.
Bɛmma woso wɔ ne nkyɛn mu bɔha mu, na pea ne pɛmɛ nso di ahim wɔ ne ho.
24 With rage and fury he devoureth the ground; He will not believe that the trumpet soundeth.
Ɔfiri ahopereɛ mu de nʼano sisi fam; na sɛ wɔhyɛn totorobɛnto a, ɔntumi nnyina faako.
25 At every blast of the trumpet, he saith, Aha! And snuffeth the battle afar off, —The thunder of the captains, and the war-shout.
Sɛ totorobɛnto hyɛne a ɔka sɛ, ‘Wiɛɛ!’ ɔte ɔko ho hwa firi akyirikyiri, ɔsahene no nteamu ne ɔko mu osebɔ.
26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk flieth, And spreadeth his wings toward the south?
“Wo nyansa na ɛma akorɔma tuo na ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu fa anafoɔ?
27 Doth the eagle soar at thy command, And build his nest on high?
Wo na wohyɛ ɔkɔdeɛ ma no tu kɔ sorosoro kɔyɛ ne pirebuo wɔ hɔ?
28 He dwelleth and lodgeth upon the rock, Upon the peak of the rock, and the stronghold.
Ɔbotan mu na ɔteɛ na ɛhɔ na ɔda; ɔbotan sorɔnsorɔn yɛ nʼabandenden.
29 From thence he spieth out prey; His eyes discern it from afar.
Ɛhɔ na ɔfiri kɔpɛ nʼaduane; nʼani hunu adeɛ a ɛwɔ akyirikyiri.
30 His young ones suck up blood; And where the slain are, there is he.
Mogya yɛ ne mma aduane, na baabi a atɔfoɔ wɔ no, ɛhɔ na ɔwɔ.”
