Job 40
1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —
Olúwa dá Jobu lóhùn sí pẹ̀lú, ó sì wí pé,
2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!
“Ẹni tí ń bá Olódùmarè wíjọ́ yóò ha kọ ní ẹ̀kọ́? Ẹni tí ń bá Ọlọ́run wí jẹ́ kí ó dáhùn!”
3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —
Nígbà náà ni Jobu dá Olúwa lóhùn wá ó sì wí pé,
4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:
“Kíyèsi i, ẹ̀gbin ni èmi—ohun kí ni èmi ó dà? Èmi ó fi ọwọ́ mi le ẹnu mi.
5 Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.
Ẹ̀ẹ̀kan ní mo sọ̀rọ̀, ṣùgbọ́n èmi kì yóò tún sọ mọ́; lẹ́ẹ̀kejì ni, èmi kò sì le ṣe é mọ́.”
6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —
Nígbà náà ní Olúwa dá Jobu lóhùn láti inú ìjì àyíká wá, ó sì wí pé,
7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.
“Di àmùrè gírí ní ẹgbẹ́ rẹ bí ọkùnrin, èmi ó bi ọ léèrè, kí ìwọ kí ó sì dá mi lóhùn.
8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?
“Ìwọ ha fẹ́ mú ìdájọ́ mi di asán? Ìwọ ó sì dá mi lẹ́bi, kí ìwọ lè ṣe olódodo.
9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,
Ìwọ ni apá bí Ọlọ́run tàbí ìwọ lè fi ohùn sán àrá bí òun?
10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;
Fi ọláńlá àti ọlá ìtayọ rẹ̀ ṣe ara rẹ ní ọ̀ṣọ́, tí ó sì fi ògo àti títóbi ọ̀ṣọ́ bo ara ní aṣọ.
11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;
Mú ìrunú ìbínú rẹ jáde; kíyèsí gbogbo ìwà ìgbéraga rẹ kí o sì rẹ̀ ẹ́ sílẹ̀.
12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:
Wo gbogbo ìwà ìgbéraga, ènìyàn kí o sì rẹ ẹ sílẹ̀ kí o sì tẹ ènìyàn búburú mọ́lẹ̀ ní ipò wọn.
13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;
Sin gbogbo wọn papọ̀ nínú erùpẹ̀, kí o sì di ojú ìkọ̀kọ̀ wọn ní isà òkú.
14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.
Nígbà náà ní èmi ó yìn ọ́ pé, ọwọ́ ọ̀tún ara rẹ lè gbà ọ́ là.
15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;
“Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí kíyèsi Behemoti, tí mo dá pẹ̀lú rẹ, òun a máa jẹ koríko bí ọ̀dá màlúù.
16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;
Wò o nísinsin yìí, agbára rẹ wà ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ rẹ, àti ipa rẹ nínú ìṣàn ìkún rẹ.
17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;
Òun a máa jù ìrù rẹ̀ bí i igi kedari, iṣan itan rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀.
18 His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:
Egungun rẹ̀ ní ògùṣọ̀ idẹ, Egungun rẹ̀ dàbí ọ̀pá irin.
19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:
Òun ni olórí nínú àwọn iṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run; síbẹ̀ Ẹlẹ́dàá rẹ̀ fi idà rẹ̀ lé e lọ́wọ́.
20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;
Nítòótọ́ òkè ńlá ńlá ní i mu ohun jíjẹ fún un wá, níbi tí gbogbo ẹranko igbó máa ṣiré ní ẹ̀gbẹ́ ibẹ̀.
21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;
Ó dùbúlẹ̀ lábẹ́ igi lótusì, lábẹ́ eèsún àti ẹrẹ̀.
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;
Igi lótusì síji wọn bò o; igi arọrọ odò yí i káàkiri.
23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:
Kíyèsi i, odò ńlá sàn jọjọ, òun kò sálọ; ó wà láìléwu bí ó bá ṣe pé odò Jordani ti ṣàn lọ sí ẹnu rẹ̀.
24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?
Ẹnìkan ha lè mú un ní ojú rẹ̀, tàbí dẹkùn fún tàbí a máa fi ọ̀kọ̀ gún imú rẹ̀?
