Hiob 39
1 “Ènya ɣeyiɣi si todzigbɔ̃wo dzia via? Ènɔa eteƒe hafi zinɔ fɔa fua?
Do thou know the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or can thou mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Èxlẽa ɣletiwo va se ɖe woƒe vidziɣia? Ènya ɣeyiɣi si wodzia via?
Can thou number the months that they fulfill? Or do thou know the time when they bring forth?
3 Wodzea klo hedzia vi eye woƒe kuléle wua nu.
They bow themselves. They bring forth their young. They cast out their pains.
4 Wo viwo tsina eye ŋusẽ ɖoa wo ŋu le gbe me, ale wodzona eye womegagbɔna vaa wo dadaa gbɔ o.
Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and return not again.
5 “Ame kae na ablɔɖe gbetedzi? Ame kae tu kae?
Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey
6 Metsɔ gbegbe nɛ be wòanye eƒe aƒe kple dzeƒi gbadza la nɛ be wòanye enɔƒe.
whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place?
7 Hoowɔwɔ si le edzi yim le dua me la le kokoe ɖim nɛ eye mele tasiaɖamkula ƒe ɣlidodo sem o.
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver.
8 Etsana le togbɛwo dzi dia gbeɖuƒe eye wòtsaa ŋu na gbe mumu ɖe sia ɖe.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
9 “Ɖe to si le gbe me la alɔ̃ asubɔ wòa? Atɔ ɖe wò gbeɖuƒe le zã mea?
Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
10 Àte ŋu ade kae ɖe agbleŋlɔnu ŋua? Alɔ̃ anɔ yowòme aŋlɔ balimea?
Can thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Ɖe nàɖo ŋu ɖe eŋu le eƒe ŋusẽ gã la ta? Àtsɔ wò dɔ kpekpewo agble ɖe eƒe asi mea?
Will thou trust him because his strength is great? Or will thou leave to him thy labor?
12 Àte ŋu aɖo dzi ɖe eŋu be atsɔ wò lu agbɔe na wò dedie eye wòaƒoe ƒu ɖe wò lugbɔƒea?
Will thou confide in him that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?
13 “Golo ƒoa eƒe aʋala kpakpakpa dzidzɔtɔe gake womate ŋu atsɔe asɔ kple damixe ƒe fu kple aʋalã o.
The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
14 Eɖaa eƒe azi ɖe anyigba, enana ke xɔdzo dea dzo eme
For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and warms them in the dust.
15 eye metsɔ ɖeke le eme be, ame aɖe ate ŋu aɖo afɔ edzi, agbãe loo, alo lã wɔadã aɖe agbãe o.
And she forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.
16 Esẽa ŋuta le viawo ŋu abe menye eyae dzi wo o ene eye metsɔa ɖeke le eme ne eƒe agbagbadzedze zu dɔ vlo o.
She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear,
17 Elabena Mawu mena nunyae alo na susu nyuie o.
because God has deprived her of wisdom, nor has he imparted understanding to her.
18 Ke hã la, ne ekeke aʋala me, hedze duƒuƒu gɔme la, sɔ kple sɔdola ƒe nu ɖia kokoe nɛ.
The time she lifts up herself on high she scorns the horse and his rider.
19 “Wòe na ŋusẽ sɔ alo wòe tsɔ kɔdza de kɔ nɛa?
Have thou given the horse his might? Have thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Wòe na wòtia kpo abe ʋetsuvi ene eye wòdoa ŋɔdzi kple eƒe ŋɔtimegbɔgbɔa?
Have thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
21 Etsɔa eƒe afɔkli kaa nu ŋɔdzitɔe, ekpɔa dzidzɔ ɖe eƒe ŋusẽ ŋu eye wòlũna ɖe aʋakɔ dzi.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
22 Vɔvɔ̃ doa nukokoe nɛ eye mevɔ̃a naneke o, yi gɔ̃ hã medoa ŋɔdzi nɛ o.
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword.
23 Aŋutrɔwo le wo nɔewo lɔm le eƒe axadzi, nenema kee nye akplɔ siwo le dzo dam kple yi.
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
24 Ele anyigba ɖum esi wògli kple dzidzɔ manyagblɔ, mate ŋu anɔ te va se ɖe esime kpẽ naɖi o.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage, nor does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet.
25 Edo ɣli be, ‘Aha!’ ne kpẽa ɖi. Esea aʋa ƒe ʋeʋẽ le adzɔge ke kple aʋakplɔlawo ƒe gbeɖeɖe kple aʋaɣli.
As often as the trumpet sounds he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 “Ɖe aʋako dzona yia dzi ʋĩi le wò nunya nu eye wòkekea eƒe aʋalã heɖoa ta dziehea?
Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
27 Ɖe hɔ̃ dzona yia dzi ʋĩi le wò gbeɖeɖe nu eye wòwɔa eƒe atɔ ɖe kɔkɔƒea?
Is it at thy command that the eagle mounts up, and makes her nest on high?
28 Enɔa togbɛ kɔkɔ dzi eye wòtsia afi ma le zã me, agakpe tsakli tomee nye eƒe bebeƒe.
She dwells on the cliff, and makes her home upon the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
29 Afi ma wòdia eƒe nuɖuɖu tsonae eye eƒe ŋku kpɔnɛ le adzɔge ke.
From there she spies out the prey. Her eyes behold it afar off.
30 Ʋu nye nuɖuɖu na viawo eye afi si aʋatsilawo le la, afi ma wònɔna.”
Her young ones also suck up blood. And where the slain are, there is she.
