Hiob 39
1 “Ènya ɣeyiɣi si todzigbɔ̃wo dzia via? Ènɔa eteƒe hafi zinɔ fɔa fua?
Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Èxlẽa ɣletiwo va se ɖe woƒe vidziɣia? Ènya ɣeyiɣi si wodzia via?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 Wodzea klo hedzia vi eye woƒe kuléle wua nu.
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Wo viwo tsina eye ŋusẽ ɖoa wo ŋu le gbe me, ale wodzona eye womegagbɔna vaa wo dadaa gbɔ o.
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 “Ame kae na ablɔɖe gbetedzi? Ame kae tu kae?
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 Metsɔ gbegbe nɛ be wòanye eƒe aƒe kple dzeƒi gbadza la nɛ be wòanye enɔƒe.
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 Hoowɔwɔ si le edzi yim le dua me la le kokoe ɖim nɛ eye mele tasiaɖamkula ƒe ɣlidodo sem o.
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 Etsana le togbɛwo dzi dia gbeɖuƒe eye wòtsaa ŋu na gbe mumu ɖe sia ɖe.
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 “Ɖe to si le gbe me la alɔ̃ asubɔ wòa? Atɔ ɖe wò gbeɖuƒe le zã mea?
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 Àte ŋu ade kae ɖe agbleŋlɔnu ŋua? Alɔ̃ anɔ yowòme aŋlɔ balimea?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 Ɖe nàɖo ŋu ɖe eŋu le eƒe ŋusẽ gã la ta? Àtsɔ wò dɔ kpekpewo agble ɖe eƒe asi mea?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 Àte ŋu aɖo dzi ɖe eŋu be atsɔ wò lu agbɔe na wò dedie eye wòaƒoe ƒu ɖe wò lugbɔƒea?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 “Golo ƒoa eƒe aʋala kpakpakpa dzidzɔtɔe gake womate ŋu atsɔe asɔ kple damixe ƒe fu kple aʋalã o.
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 Eɖaa eƒe azi ɖe anyigba, enana ke xɔdzo dea dzo eme
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 eye metsɔ ɖeke le eme be, ame aɖe ate ŋu aɖo afɔ edzi, agbãe loo, alo lã wɔadã aɖe agbãe o.
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on 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.
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 Elabena Mawu mena nunyae alo na susu nyuie o.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 Ke hã la, ne ekeke aʋala me, hedze duƒuƒu gɔme la, sɔ kple sɔdola ƒe nu ɖia kokoe nɛ.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 “Wòe na ŋusẽ sɔ alo wòe tsɔ kɔdza de kɔ nɛa?
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Wòe na wòtia kpo abe ʋetsuvi ene eye wòdoa ŋɔdzi kple eƒe ŋɔtimegbɔgbɔa?
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 Etsɔa eƒe afɔkli kaa nu ŋɔdzitɔe, ekpɔa dzidzɔ ɖe eƒe ŋusẽ ŋu eye wòlũna ɖe aʋakɔ dzi.
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 Vɔvɔ̃ doa nukokoe nɛ eye mevɔ̃a naneke o, yi gɔ̃ hã medoa ŋɔdzi nɛ o.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Aŋutrɔwo le wo nɔewo lɔm le eƒe axadzi, nenema kee nye akplɔ siwo le dzo dam kple yi.
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 Ele anyigba ɖum esi wògli kple dzidzɔ manyagblɔ, mate ŋu anɔ te va se ɖe esime kpẽ naɖi o.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
25 Edo ɣli be, ‘Aha!’ ne kpẽa ɖi. Esea aʋa ƒe ʋeʋẽ le adzɔge ke kple aʋakplɔlawo ƒe gbeɖeɖe kple aʋaɣli.
As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 “Ɖe aʋako dzona yia dzi ʋĩi le wò nunya nu eye wòkekea eƒe aʋalã heɖoa ta dziehea?
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Ɖe hɔ̃ dzona yia dzi ʋĩi le wò gbeɖeɖe nu eye wòwɔa eƒe atɔ ɖe kɔkɔƒea?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 Enɔa togbɛ kɔkɔ dzi eye wòtsia afi ma le zã me, agakpe tsakli tomee nye eƒe bebeƒe.
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 Afi ma wòdia eƒe nuɖuɖu tsonae eye eƒe ŋku kpɔnɛ le adzɔge ke.
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 Ʋu nye nuɖuɖu na viawo eye afi si aʋatsilawo le la, afi ma wònɔna.”
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
