Job 39
1 Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
“Ìwọ mọ àkókò ìgbà tí àwọn ewúrẹ́ orí àpáta ń bímọ? Ìwọ sì lè kíyèsi ìgbà tí abo àgbọ̀nrín ń bímọ?
2 Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou 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 kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
4 Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
5 Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
“Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
6 Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
7 He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
8 He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
Orí àtòlé òkè ńlá ni ibùjẹ oko rẹ̀, òun a sì máa wá ewé tútù gbogbo rí.
9 Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
“Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
10 Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
Ìwọ le fi òkun tata de àgbáǹréré nínú aporo? Tàbí ó jẹ́ máa fa ìtulẹ̀ nínú aporo oko tọ̀ ọ́ lẹ́yìn?
11 Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
12 Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
Ìwọ le gbẹ́kẹ̀lé pé, yóò mú èso oko rẹ̀ wá sílé, àti pé yóò sì kó ọ jọ sínú àká rẹ?
13 The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
“Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
14 For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
15 And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
16 Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
Kò ní àánú sí àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bí ẹni pé wọn kì í ṣe tirẹ̀; asán ni iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ láìní ìbẹ̀rù;
17 For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
18 What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
19 Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
“Ìwọ ni ó fi agbára fún ẹṣin bí, tàbí ṣé ìwọ ni ó fi gọ̀gọ̀ wọ ọrùn rẹ̀ ní aṣọ?
20 Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
21 He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
22 He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of 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 Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
24 With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
25 As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
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 thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
“Àwòdì ha máa ti ipa ọgbọ́n rẹ̀ fò sókè, tí ó sì na ìyẹ́ apá rẹ̀ sí ìhà gúúsù?
27 Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
28 The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
29 From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
30 And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
