Hiob 40
1 Yehowa gblɔ na Hiob be,
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
2 “Ɖe ame si le nya hem kple Ŋusẽkatãtɔ la aɖɔe ɖoa? Ame si tsɔ nya ɖe Mawu ŋu la neɖo eŋu nɛ!”
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
3 Tete Hiob ɖo eŋu na Yehowa be,
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
4 “Aleke nye ame si medze o la maɖo nya ŋu na wòe? Metsɔ nye asi ɖo nye nu.
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
5 Meƒo nu zi ɖeka gake nyemekpɔ ŋuɖoɖo o; meƒo nu zi evelia eya ta nyemagaƒo nu o.”
Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
6 Tete Yehowa ƒo nu na Hiob tso ahom me be,
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
7 “Bla ali dzi abe ŋutsu ene, mabia nya wò eye nàɖo eŋu nam.
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
8 “Ɖe nàdo vlo nye afiatsotsoa? Ɖe nàbu fɔm, atso na ɖokuiwòa?
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
9 Ɖe wò abɔ le abe Mawu tɔ ene eye wò gbe ate ŋu ablu abe etɔ enea?
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
10 Ekema tsɔ ŋutikɔkɔe kple atsyɔ̃ ɖɔ na ɖokuiwò eye nàtsɔ bubu kple gãnyenye ado na ɖokuiwò.
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
11 Trɔ wò dɔmedzoe ƒe nuwɔwɔ kɔ ɖi bababa, nye kɔ kpɔ dadala ɖe sia ɖe eye nàhee aƒu anyi.
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
12 Nye kɔ kpɔ dadala ɖe sia ɖe ne nàbɔbɔe ɖe anyi eye nàgbã ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ɖe afi si wole.
Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
13 Ɖi wo katã ɖe ke me eye nàɣla woƒe mo ɖe yɔdo me.
Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
14 Ekema nye ŋutɔ maʋu eme na wò be, wò ŋutɔ wò ɖusibɔ axɔ na wò.
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 “Kpɔ atiglinyi si mewɔ kpe ɖe ŋutiwò la ɖa, eɖua gbe abe nyi ene.
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
16 Eƒe ŋusẽ le alime nɛ eye ŋusẽ kae nya gã si le eƒe ƒodo ƒe lãmekawo me!
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
17 Eƒe asike le nyenyem abe sedati ene, eƒe atagbomekawo ge ɖe wo nɔewo me.
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
18 Eƒe ƒuwo le abe akɔbliga si me do le la ene eye eƒe afɔtiwo le abe gakpo ene.
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
19 Eyae nye gbãtɔ le Mawu ƒe nuwɔwɔwo dome gake Ewɔla ate ŋu azɔ ɖe edzi kple yi.
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
20 Togbɛwo tsɔa woƒe kutsetsewo vɛ nɛ eye gbemelãwo katã fena le egbɔ.
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
21 Emlɔa anyi ɖe ati dama te eye wòɣlaa eɖokui ɖe aƒla siwo le sime la me.
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
22 Atiawo doa vɔvɔli ɖe edzi heɣlanɛ eye keti siwo le tɔʋuwo to la ƒoa xlãe.
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Ne tɔwo dze agbo la, dzika metsoa eƒo o eye togbɔ be Yɔdan tɔsisi le ƒoƒom ɖe eƒe nu dzi hã la, eɖea dzi ɖi bɔkɔɔ.
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
24 Ɖe ame aɖe ate ŋu alée kple eƒe ŋku alo aɖo mɔ nɛ, ahaŋɔ eƒe ŋɔtia?
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
