Job 41
1 Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or tie up his jaws with a cord?
“Wobɛtumi de darewa atwe ɔdɛnkyɛmmirampɔn anaa wobɛtumi de ahoma akyekyere ne tɛkrɛma?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Wobɛtumi de ahoma afa ne hwenemu, anaasɛ wobɛtumi de darewa asɔ nʼapantan mu?
3 Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you?
Ɔbɛkɔ so asrɛ wo sɛ hunu no mmɔbɔ anaa? Ɔne wo bɛkasa brɛoo?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Ɔbɛpene ne wo ayɛ apam ama wode no ayɛ wʼakoa afebɔɔ anaa?
5 Will you play with him as you would with a bird? Will you tie him up for your servant girls?
Wobɛtumi de no ayɛ ayɛmmoa te sɛ anomaa anaa wobɛtumi asa no ahoma de no ama wo mmammaa?
6 Will the groups of fishermen bargain for him? Will they divide him up to trade among the merchants?
Adwadifoɔ bɛpɛ sɛ wobɛtɔ no de no adi dwa anaa?
7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
Wobɛtumi de mpea awowɔ ne wedeɛ mu anaasɛ wode mpataa pɛmɛ bɛwowɔ ne tiri ho?
8 Put your hand on him just once, and you will remember the battle and do it no more.
Wode wo nsa ka no a, wobɛkae sɛdeɛ ɔbɛwoso ne ho, enti worenyɛ saa bio!
9 See, the hope of anyone who does that is a lie; will not anyone be thrown down to the ground just by the sight of him?
Ɛkwan biara nni hɔ a wobɛfa so akye no; ani a ɛbɔ ne so kɛkɛ no ma nnipa dwodwo.
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir Leviathan up; who, then, is he who can stand before me?
Obiara ntumi nsi ne bo nhwanyane no. Afei hwan na ɔbɛtumi ne me adi asie?
11 Who has first given anything to me in order that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole sky is mine.
Hwan na mede no ka a ɛsɛ sɛ metua? Biribiara a ɛhyɛ ɔsoro ase wɔ me.
12 I will not keep silent concerning Leviathan's legs, nor about the matter of his strength, nor about his graceful form.
“Me werɛ remfiri sɛ mɛka nʼakwaa, nʼahoɔden ne ne bɔberɛ fɛfɛ no ho asɛm.
13 Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can penetrate his double armor?
Hwan na ɔbɛtumi aworɔ ne ho nwoma, na hwan na ɔde nnareka bɛkɔ ne ho?
14 Who can open the doors of his face— ringed with his teeth, which are a terror?
Hwan na ɔbɛtumi abue nʼapantan, a ɛse a ɛyɛ hu ayɛ no ma no?
15 his back is made up of rows of shields, tight together as with a close seal.
Nʼakyi wɔ abona a ɛsesa soɔ, ɛpipi so a ɛkwan nna mu koraa;
16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
sɛdeɛ ɛpipi so fa no enti, mframa biara mfa ntam.
17 They are joined to each other; they stick together, so that they cannot be pulled apart.
Ɛtoatoa mu dendeenden a emu ntumi ntete.
18 Light flashes out from his snorting; his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning dawn.
Sɛ ɔnwansi a, ɛtete ogya; nʼaniwa aba te sɛ ahemadakye hann.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out.
Egyatɛn turi firi nʼanom na nsramma turituri firi mu.
20 Out of his nostrils goes smoke like a boiling pot on a fire that has been fanned to be very hot.
Wisie tene firi ne hwene mu te sɛ ɛsɛn a ɛsi ogya soɔ.
21 His breath kindles coals into flame; fires go out from his mouth.
Nʼahomeɛ ma gyabidie ano sɔ, na egyadɛreɛ tu firi nʼanom.
22 In his neck is strength, and terror dances in front of him.
Ne kɔn mu wɔ ahoɔden ankasa; wɔn a wɔhunu no no abasa mu tu.
23 The folds of his flesh are joined together; they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
Ne wedeɛ a abubu agu soɔ no yɛ peperee; ayɛ pemee a ɛnkeka ne ho.
24 His heart is as hard as a stone— indeed, as hard as a lower millstone.
Ne koko so yɛ dene sɛ ɔbotan; ɛyɛ dene sɛ ayuoyammoɔ.
25 When he raises himself up, even the gods become afraid; because of fear, they draw back.
Sɛ ɔsɔre a, ahoɔdenfoɔ bɔ huboa; sɛ ɔporo ne ho a, wɔdwane.
26 If a sword strikes him, it does nothing— and neither does a spear, an arrow, or any other pointed weapon.
Akofena wɔ no a, ɛnka no, pea, pɛmɛ ne agyan nso saa ara.
27 He thinks of iron as if it were straw, and of bronze as if it were rotten wood.
Ɔfa dadeɛ sɛ wira bi na kɔbere mfrafraeɛ te sɛ dua a awuo bi ma no.
28 An arrow cannot make him flee; to him sling stones become chaff.
Agyan mma no nnwane; ahwimmoɔ mu aboa yɛ ntɛtɛ ma no.
29 Clubs are regarded as straw; he laughs at the whirring flight of a spear.
Aporibaa te sɛ ɛserɛ wɔ nʼani so; na ɔsere pɛmɛ nnyegyeɛ.
30 His lower parts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery; he leaves a spreading trail in the mud as if he were a threshing sledge.
Abon a ano yɛ nnam tuatua ne yafunu so. Ɔtwe ne ho ase wɔ fam fa atɛkyɛ mu a, ɛyiyi akam.
31 He makes the deep to foam up like a pot of boiling water; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ɔma ebunu mu huru sɛ nsuo a ɛwɔ ɛsɛn mu na ɔnunu ɛpo mu sɛ sradeɛ a ɛwɔ kukuo mu.
32 He makes a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair.
Deɛ ɔbɛfa no, ɛhɔ nsuo no pa yerɛyerɛ; na obi bɛsusu sɛ ɛpo bunu adane ayɛ dwono.
33 On earth there is no equal to him, who has been made to live without fear.
Biribiara a ɛwɔ asase so ne no nsɛ. Ɔyɛ abɔdeɛ a ɔnsuro hwee.
34 He sees everything that is proud; he is king over all the sons of pride.”
Ɔmmu wɔn a wɔyɛ ahantan no mu biara; ɔyɛ wɔn a wɔyɛ ahomasoɔ no nyinaa so ɔhene.”
