Job 39
1 Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!
“Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
2 Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!
Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
3 They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.
Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
4 Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
5 Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?
“Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,
Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
7 He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
8 The range of mountains [is] his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
9 Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?
“Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
10 Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow [with] his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?
No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
11 Dost thou trust in him because great [is] his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
12 Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And [to] thy threshing-floor doth gather [it]?
No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
13 The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.
“Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
14 For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
15 And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
16 Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain [is] her labour without fear.
Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
17 For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:
nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
18 At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
19 Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck [with] a mane?
“Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
20 Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting [is] terrible.
Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
21 They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
23 Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
24 With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
25 Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
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 By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?
“Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
27 At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?
Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
28 A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.
Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
29 From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
30 And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced [are] — there [is] he!
Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
