Job 40
1 Moreover Yahweh answered Job,
Onyenwe anyị zara Job sị:
2 “Shall he who argues contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it.”
“Onye ahụ na-arụso Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ụka ọ pụrụ ịdọ ya aka na ntị? Ka onye ahụ na-ebo Chineke ebubo zaghachi ya.”
3 Then Job answered Yahweh,
Mgbe ahụ, Job zaghachiri Onyenwe anyị sị:
4 “Behold, I am of small account. What will I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth.
“Abụ m onye na-erughị eru. Oleekwanụ ka m ga-esi zaghachi gị? Eji m aka m kpuchie ọnụ m.
5 I have spoken once, and I will not answer; Yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”
Ekwuola m mbụ, ma enweghị m ọsịsa ọzọ kwuokwa ugboro abụọ, ma agaghị m ekwukwa ọzọ.”
6 Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind:
Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼoke ifufe gwa Job okwu sị:
7 “Now brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.
“Kwadoo onwe gị dịka dimkpa; enwere m ajụjụ m ga-ajụ gị, achọkwara m ka i nye m ọsịsa.
8 Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
“Ị ga-aga nʼihu ikwujọ ikpe ziri ezi m? Ị ga-aga nʼihu maa m ikpe ka ị si otu a bụrụ onye ikpe gaara?
9 Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?
Ogwe aka gị ọ dị ike dịka nke Chineke? Olu gị ọ pụrụ ịda ụda dịka nke ya?
10 “Now deck yourself with excellency and dignity. Array yourself with honor and majesty.
Were ebube na ịdị ukwuu chọọ onwe gị mma, yikwasịkwa onwe gị nsọpụrụ na ugwu dịka uwe.
11 Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.
Wụsa iwe gị dị ọkụ nʼebe ndị mpako niile nọ, weda ha nʼala,
12 Look at everyone who is proud, and humble him. Crush the wicked in their place.
lekwasịkwa ndị mpako niile anya mee ha ihe ihere, ma tiriekwa ndị na-emebi iwu ebe ha guzo.
13 Hide them in the dust together. Bind their faces in the hidden place.
Likọta ha niile nʼotu nʼaja, kpuchie ihu ha niile nʼala ili.
14 Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.
Mgbe ahụ, mụ onwe m ga-ekwenyere gị, na aka nri nwere ike ịzọpụta gị.
15 “See now behemoth, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.
“Lee enyi mmiri anya, bụ nke m kere dịka m si kee gị, ma ihe ọ na-eri bụ ahịhịa dịka ehi.
16 Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.
Lee ike dị nʼukwu ya, leekwa ike dị nʼime afọ ya.
17 He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
Ọdụdụ ya ka ọ na-efegharị dịka osisi sida; akwara dị ya nʼahụ ka e jikọtara nke ọma.
18 His bones are like tubes of bronze. His limbs are like bars of iron.
Ọkpụkpụ ya niile dịka ogidi bronz nwere ụmị, ọkpụkpụ ụkwụ na aka ya dịka okporo igwe.
19 He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
Ya onwe ya bụ otu nʼime ọrụ aka mbụ nke Chineke, ma naanị onye kere ya nwere ike iji mma agha bịa ya nso.
20 Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.
Ugwu na-enye ya ihe ọ na-eri. Nʼebe ahụ kwa ka ụmụ anụ ọhịa ndị ọzọ na-anọ egwuri egwu.
21 He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.
Ọ na-edina nʼokpuru ahịhịa na-eto nʼakụkụ mmiri, zookwa onwe ya nʼetiti ahịhịa riidi nʼapịtị.
22 The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.
Ahịhịa lotus na-eji ndo ya kpuchie ya, osisi pọpla nke dị nʼakụkụ mmiri gbara ya gburugburu.
23 Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn’t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.
Ọ bụladị mgbe ebili mmiri na-ama, ọ dịghị atụ egwu; ọ na-anọ nwayọọ, nʼagbanyeghị na mmiri Jọdan na-asọpụta na-asọju ya nʼọnụ.
24 Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?
Onye pụrụ ijide ya mgbe ọ na-ele anya, maọbụ were ọnya jide ya mapuo ya imi?
