Job 41
1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
“Ị pụrụ iji nko azụ jide Leviatan maọbụ jiri ụdọ kegide ire ya bịada ya?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Ị pụrụ ikenye eriri nʼimi ya maọbụ were ngu igwe mapuo agba ya?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Ọ ga-arịọ gị arịrịọ ka i meere ya ebere? Ọ ga-eji olu dị nro gwa gị okwu?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Ọ ga-ekwe ka gị na ya baa nʼọgbụgba ndụ ka i were ya dịka ohu gị ogologo ndụ ya niile?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Ị ga-eji ya gwurie egwu dịka nnụnụ? Maọbụ kee ya eriri nye ya ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼụlọ gị?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Ị pụrụ iji igwe nko mejuo akpụkpọ ahụ ya maọbụ iji ùbe ndị ọkụ azụ dupuo isi ya?
8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Ọ bụrụ na ị tụkwasị ya aka, ị gaghị echefu ọgụ ọ ga-alụso gị. Ị gakwaghị anwa ya ọzọ.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Nʼihi nke a, o nweghị onye nwere obi ike ịkpasu ya iwe. Ọ bụ onye pụrụ iguzogide m?
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Olee onye m ji ụgwọ nke m na-aghaghị ịkwụ? Ihe niile dị nʼokpuru eluigwe bụ nke m.
12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
“Agaghị m akwụsị ikwu ihe banyere ụkwụ na aka Leviatan, na ike ya, na ụdịdị ya mara mma.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
Onye nwere ike ikpughepụ ihe e ji kpuchie ya ahụ? Onye nwekwara ike ịbanye nʼagba ya apịajiri okpukpu abụọ?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
nke ọbụla dị ibe ya nso, na ikuku enweghị ike gafee nʼetiti ha.
17 They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
E jikọtara ha ọnụ nke ọma, ha na-ejisi onwe ha ike, enweghị ike ikewa ha.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
Ire ọkụ na-asọpụta site nʼọnụ ya, icheku ọkụ na-ekepụtakwa nʼọnụ ya.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Anwụrụ ọkụ na-esi nʼimi ya na-apụta, dịka ukuru ọkụ nke na-esi nʼime mmiri na-agbọ nʼelu osisi achara.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya bụ ihe jikọtara ọnụ nke ọma, ha siri ike na-apụghị inugharị ha.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
Mgbe o bilitere ọtọ, ndị dike na-atụ oke ụjọ; ha na-alaghachi azụ nʼihi mmagharị ya.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
O nweghị mma agha ọbụla pụrụ igbochi ya, o nwekwaghị ùbe igwe, maọbụ àkụ maọbụ ihe ọbụla a pịrị ọnụ ya apị nke pụrụ igbochi ya.
27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
28 The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Okpuru afọ ya dị ka ejuju dị nkọ, nke na-ahapụ ụzọ nʼapịtị dịka igwe eji azọcha mkpụrụ ọka site nʼogbe ya.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ọ na-eme mmiri dị ogbu ka ọ gbọọ dịka ite; ọ na-akpagharị oke osimiri ka ọ dị ka mmanụ otite dị nʼite.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
Ọ na-ahapụ ụfụfụ nʼazụ mgbe ọ na-aga; mmadụ ga-eche na ọ osimiri nwere isi awọ.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
O nweghị ihe ọzọ dị nʼụwa yiri ya, o nweghị ihe na-emenye ya ụjọ.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
