Job 41
1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
“No ũhote kũguucũrũria nyamũ ĩrĩa ĩĩtagwo Leviathani na ndwano, kana wohe rũrĩmĩ rwayo na mũkanda?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
No ũhote kũmĩtoonyia rũrigi iniũrũ, kana ũmĩtũrĩkanie rũthĩa na ndwano?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
No ĩtinde ĩgĩgũthaitha ũmĩiguĩre tha? No ĩkwarĩrie na ciugo cia ũhooreri?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
No ĩrĩkanĩre nawe ũthiĩ nayo, ĩtũũre ĩrĩ ngombo yaku nginya tene?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
No ũhote kũmĩhooreria ta nyoni, kana ũmĩoherere handũ nĩguo airĩtu aku mamĩmeemagie?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him amongst the merchants?
Onjoria no mamĩkũũranie na indo ciao? No mamĩgayanie kũrĩ onjorithia?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
No ũhote gũtheecanga rũũa rwayo na mĩcengi, kana ũtheecange mũtwe wayo na mĩcengi ĩrĩa ĩtegaga thamaki?
8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Ũngĩmĩhutia na guoko, ũngĩtũũra ũririkanaga kĩgiano kĩu, na ndũngĩgacookera!
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Mwĩrĩgĩrĩro wa atĩ no ũmĩtoorie nĩ kwĩheenia; o kũmĩona tu nĩkũiganĩte gũtũma mũndũ amake, orwo nĩ hinya.
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Gũtirĩ mũndũ ũrĩ ũcamba mũiganu wa kũmĩarahũra. Nũũ ũngĩkĩhota kwĩĩndiiria niĩ?
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Nũũ ũngĩnandũra kĩndũ atĩ nĩguo ndĩmũrĩhe? Kĩndũ gĩothe kĩrĩ rungu rwa igũrũ nĩ gĩakwa.
12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
“Ndikwaga kwaria ũhoro wa ciĩga ciayo, o na wa hinya wayo, na wa ũthaka wayo.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
Nũũ ũngĩhota kũmĩaũra nguo yayo ya igũrũ? Nũũ ũngĩmĩkuhĩrĩria amĩĩkĩre matamu?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Nũũ ũngĩũmĩrĩria kũmĩathamia kanua, kau kaiyũrĩte magego ma kũmakania?
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Mũgongo wayo ũrĩ na ngo ciĩiganĩrĩire mĩhari, ikomanĩire ikanyiitana;
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
o ĩmwe ĩnyiitanĩte na ĩrĩa ĩngĩ, ũũ atĩ gũtirĩ rĩera rĩngĩtoonyera gatagatĩ ga cio.
17 They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
Igwatanĩtio hamwe irĩ nũmu; inyiitanĩte hamwe ũndũ itangĩtigithũkana.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Gũtiiha kwayo kũmenũkagia ũtheri; maitho mayo nĩ ta mĩrũri ya rũciinĩ gũgĩthererũka.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
Imũrĩ cia mwaki ciumaga kanua-inĩ kayo; ĩrathũkagia thandĩ cia mwaki.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Ĩrutaga ndogo na maniũrũ taarĩ nyũngũ ĩratherũka ĩhagĩrĩtwo igũrũ rĩa mwaki wa ithanjĩ.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
Mĩhũmũ yayo ĩgwatagia makara mwaki, naruo rũrĩrĩmbĩ rũkoima kanua kayo.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Ngingo-inĩ yayo nĩho hinya wayo ũkoragwo, ũrĩa ũmakagia kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩtũnganaga nayo.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
Mĩgũtha ya nyama ciayo nĩmĩnyiitanu mũno; nĩ mĩrũmu ũũ atĩ ndĩngĩenyenyeka.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Ngoro yayo yũmĩte ta ihiga, ĩkooma ta ihiga rĩa gũthĩa rĩa na thĩ.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
Rĩrĩa yarahũka, arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmamakaga; mooraga ĩtanamahũũra.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Gũtirĩ rũhiũ rwa njora rũngĩmĩĩka ũndũ, o na kana itimũ, kana mũguĩ, kana mĩcengi.
27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
Harĩ Leviathani-rĩ, kĩgera no ta nyeki nyũmũ, nakĩo gĩcango no ta gĩcunjĩ kĩbuthu kĩa mũtĩ.
28 The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Mĩguĩ ndĩngĩtũma yũre; mahiga ma kĩgũtha no ta mũũngũ harĩ yo.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Harĩ yo njũgũma no ta gacunjĩ ka rũnyeki rũmũ; ĩthekagĩrĩra kũbĩrĩrĩka gwa itimũ.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Nda yayo nĩ ta rũgĩo rũrĩ na mageca; ĩtigaga ngururo ndaka-inĩ ta cia ngaari iria ikonyoraga ngano.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Ĩtũmaga iria kũrĩa kũriku gũtherũke ta nyũngũ, na ĩkoiruga iria ta nyũngũ ya maguta ma kwĩhaka.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
Harĩa yagerera ĩtigaga mũhari ũkũhenia; mũndũ no eciirie atĩ ndia ĩrĩ na mbuĩ.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
Gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩngĩigananio nayo gũkũ thĩ; nĩ kĩũmbe gĩtarĩ guoya.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
Ĩnyũrũragia kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩĩtũũgagĩria; nĩyo mũthamaki wa kĩrĩa gĩothe gĩĩtĩĩaga.”
