Job 39
1 Do you know at what time the wild goats in the rocks bear their young? Can you watch when the deer are having their fawns?
“Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
2 Can you count the months that they gestate? Do you know the time when they bear their young?
Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
3 They crouch down and birth their young, and then they finish their labor pains.
Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
4 Their young ones become strong and grow up in the open fields; they go out and do not come back again.
Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
5 Who let the wild donkey go free? Who has untied the bonds of the swift donkey,
“Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
6 whose home I have made in the Arabah, his house in the salt land?
Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
7 He laughs in scorn at the noises in the city; he does not hear the driver's shouts.
Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
8 He roams over the mountains as his pastures; there he looks for every green plant to eat.
Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
9 Will the wild ox be happy to serve you? Will he consent to stay by your manger?
“Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
10 Can you use ropes to hold the wild ox in the furrows? Will he harrow the valleys as he follows after you?
No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
11 Will you trust him because his strength is great? Will you leave your work to him to do?
No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
12 Will you depend on him to bring your grain home, to gather the grain for your threshing floor?
No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
“Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, and she lets them keep warm in the dust;
Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
15 she forgets that a foot might crush them or that a wild beast might trample them.
ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
16 She deals roughly with her young ones as if they were not hers; she does not fear that her labor might have been in vain,
Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom and has not given her any understanding.
nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
18 When she runs swiftly, she laughs in scorn at the horse and its rider.
No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
19 Have you given the horse his strength? Did you clothe his neck with his flowing mane?
“Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
20 Have you ever made him jump like a locust? The majesty of his snorting is fearsome.
Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
21 He paws in might and rejoices in his strength; he rushes out to meet the weapons.
Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
22 He mocks fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.
Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
23 The quiver rattles against his flank, along with the flashing spear and the javelin.
Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
24 He swallows up ground with fierceness and rage; at the trumpet's sound, he cannot stand in one place.
Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
25 Whenever the trumpet sounds, he says, 'Aha!' He smells the battle from far away— the thunderous shouts of the commanders and the outcries.
Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba ĩgatiiha, ‘Hĩ!’ Ĩnyiitaga thaaha wa mbaara ĩrĩ o haraaya, na ĩkaigua kayũ ka anene a mbaara, o na mbugĩrĩrio ya mbaara.
26 Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, that he stretches out his wings for the south?
“Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
27 Is it at your orders that the eagle mounts up and makes his nest in high places?
Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
28 He lives on cliffs and makes his home on the peaks of cliffs, a stronghold.
Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
29 From there he searches for victims; his eyes see them from very far away.
Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
30 His young also drink up blood; where killed people are, there he is.”
Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
