Job 40
1 Moreover the LORD answered Job, and said,
Ningĩ Jehova akĩĩra Ayubu atĩrĩ:
2 Shall he that cavilleth contend with the Almighty? he that argueth with God, let him answer it.
“Mũndũ ũrĩa ũrũaga na Mwene-Hinya-Wothe-rĩ, no amũrute mahĩtia? Ũcio ũkararagia Ngai-rĩ, nĩakĩmũcookerie!”
3 Then Job answered the LORD, and said,
Nake Ayubu agĩcookeria Jehova, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ:
4 Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer thee? I lay mine hand upon my mouth.
“Niĩ ndiagĩrĩire o na hanini; ndaakĩhota atĩa gũgũcookeria? Nĩndehumbĩra kanua na guoko.
5 Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; yea twice, but I will proceed no further.
Nĩndaririe rĩmwe, no ndirĩ na macookio; o na ngĩaria rĩa keerĩ, no ndirĩ na ũndũ ũngĩ nguuga.”
6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
Ningĩ Jehova akĩarĩria Ayubu arĩ kĩhuhũkanio-inĩ, akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ:
7 Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
“Wĩhotore ta mũndũ mũrũme; nĩngũkũũria ciũria, nawe ũkĩnjookerie.
8 Wilt thou even disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?
“Gũtua ciira gwakwa na kĩhooto-rĩ, githĩ no ũkũmenererie? Githĩ no ũndue mwĩhia nĩgeetha wee ũtuĩke ndwĩhĩtie?
9 Or hast thou an arm like God? and canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
Wee-rĩ, ũrĩ na guoko ta kwa Mũrungu? Wee wahota kũruruma na mũgambo ta wake?
10 Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; and array thyself with honour and majesty.
Ta kĩĩgemie na riiri na ũkengi, na wĩhumbe gĩtĩĩo na ũnene.
11 Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger: and look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.
Rekereria marakara mahiũ ma mangʼũrĩ maku, wone mũndũ o wothe mwĩtĩĩi ũmũharũrũkie,
12 Look on every one that is proud, [and] bring him low; and tread down the wicked where they stand.
rora mũndũ o wothe mwĩtĩĩi na ũmũnyiihie, ũmemende andũ arĩa aaganu o harĩa marũngiĩ.
13 Hide them in the dust together; bind their faces in the hidden [place].
Mathike othe hamwe tĩĩri-inĩ; ũmoohe mothiũ na nduma kũu mbĩrĩra-inĩ.
14 Then wilt I also confess of thee that thine own right hand can save thee.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo niĩ mwene nĩngetĩkania nawe atĩ guoko gwaku mwene kwa ũrĩo no gũkũhonokie.
15 Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as all ox.
“Ta rora nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩtagwo Behemothu, ĩyo ndoombire hamwe nawe, na ĩrĩĩaga nyeki ta ndegwa.
16 Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the muscles of his belly.
Nĩ hinya ũigana atĩa ĩrĩ naguo njohero, na nĩ ũhoti mũnene atĩa ũrĩ mĩkiha-inĩ yayo ya nda!
17 He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his thighs are knit together.
Ĩinagia mũtingʼoe wayo ta mũtarakwa; nga cia ciero ciayo ciohanĩtio hamwe ta mĩhĩndo.
18 His bones are as tubes of brass; his limbs are like bars of iron.
Mahĩndĩ mayo mahaana ta mĩberethi ya gĩcango, nacio ciĩga ciayo cihaana ta irungʼo cia kĩgera.
19 He is the chief of the ways of God: he [only] that made him can make his sword to approach [unto him].
Nĩyo nyamũ ya mbere harĩ ciũmbe cia Mũrungu, no rĩrĩ, Mũũmbi wayo nowe ũngĩmĩkuhĩrĩria na rũhiũ rwake rwa njora.
20 Surely the mountains bring him forth food; where all the beasts of the field do play.
Irĩma ĩmĩheaga maciaro maacio, na nyamũ ciothe cia gĩthaka itũũhagĩra gũkuhĩ na kũu.
21 He lieth under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the fen.
Ĩkomaga rungu rwa mahũa ma maaĩ-inĩ, ĩĩhithĩte thĩinĩ wa ithanjĩ kũrĩa kũrĩ mũtondo.
22 The lotus trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.
Mahũa macio ma maaĩ-inĩ makamĩhitha; nakĩo kĩĩruru kĩa mĩtĩ ya irura hũgũrũrũ-inĩ cia karũũĩ gĩkamĩthiũrũrũkĩria.
23 Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not: he is confident, though Jordan swell even to his mouth.
Rĩrĩa rũũĩ ruoka na nditi, ndĩmakaga; nĩngitĩre, o na Rũũĩ rwa Jorodani rũngĩmĩiyũrĩrĩra nginya kanua.
24 Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?
Kũrĩ mũndũ ũngĩhota kũmĩnyiita rĩrĩa ĩĩhũũgĩte, kana amĩtege, amĩtũrĩkie iniũrũ na amĩĩkĩre kĩana kĩa rũrigi?
