Hiob 41
1 “Àte ŋu atsɔ ƒu aɖe lo le tɔ me alo atsɔ ka abla eƒe aɖe ɖe nu me nɛa?
“Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?
2 Àte ŋu ade ka ŋɔti me nɛ alo atsɔ ƒu aŋɔ eƒe glã?
Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?
3 Anɔ kukuɖeɖe na wò dzi ɖaa be nàkpɔ nublanui nɛa? Aƒo nu na wò kple gbe blewua?
Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?
4 Awɔ ɖoɖo kpli wò be nàkplɔe wòanye wò kluvi le eƒe agbe me katã?
Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?
5 Àte ŋu amlae abe xevi ene alo atsɔe ada ɖe avɔ dzi na viwò nyɔnuviwoa?
Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?
6 Ɖe asitsalawo atsɔ woƒe adzɔnuwo aɖɔliia? Ɖe woamae ɖe asitsalawo domea?
(Companions feast on him, They divide him among the merchants!)
7 Àte ŋu atsɔ gaƒliwo aŋɔ eƒe ŋutigbalẽ alo atsɔ akplɔ atɔ eƒe ta?
Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?
8 Ne èka asi eŋuti la, àɖo ŋku avuwɔwɔ si yi edzi la dzi eye madzro wò be nàgawɔe o!
Place your hand on him, Remember the battle—do not add!
9 Mɔkpɔkpɔ be yeate ŋu aɖu edzi nye beble elabena ne èkpɔe teti gɔ̃ hã la, ŋɔ adzi wò.
Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?
10 Ame aɖeke medzi ŋɔ de enu ne wòanyɔe o. Ekema ame kae ate ŋu anɔ te ɖe nunye?
None so fierce that he awakes him, And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?
11 Ame kae tre nu nanam bena maɖo eteƒe nɛ mahã? Nu sia nu si le ɣea te la nye tɔnye.
Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.
12 “Nyemagbe nuƒoƒo le eƒe ata, abɔ, eƒe ŋusẽ kple eƒe nɔnɔme dzeani la ŋu o.
I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
13 Ame ka ate ŋu aɖe awu si wòdo ɖe edzi la le eŋu? Ame ka ate ŋu ado ɖe egbɔ kple gaƒli?
Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?
14 Ame ka ate ŋu ake eƒe nu, nu si me aɖuwo katã kpe ɖe wo nɔewo nu le kple vɔvɔ̃?
Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.
15 Akpoxɔnuwo ɖo ɖe eƒe dzimegbe eye woɖo ɖe wo nɔewo nu,
A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.
16 ɖe sia ɖe lé ɖe nɔvia ŋu ale gbegbe be, ya gɔ̃ hã mate ŋu ato wo dome o.
They draw near to one another, And air does not enter between them.
17 Wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, woku ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu ale gbegbe be, womate ŋu ama wo dome o.
They adhere to one another, They stick together and are not separated.
18 Eƒe nyenye kea dzo miamiamia eye eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ŋdi ƒe kekeli ene.
His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
19 Dzoxiwo dona tso eƒe nu me, eye nenema kee nye dzo ƒe aɖewo hã.
Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.
20 Dzudzɔ dona le eƒe ŋɔtime abe ale si tsize si woɖo aƒladzo dzi la fiena tua dzudzɔe ene.
Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, As a blown pot and reeds.
21 Eƒe gbɔgbɔ dea dzo aka me eye dzo bibi dona tso eƒe nu me.
His breath sets coals on fire, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
22 Ŋusẽ le eƒe kɔ me eye dɔmedzoe le eŋgɔ.
Strength lodges in his neck, And grief exults before him.
23 Eƒe ayi mlɔ wo nɔewo dzi eye wolé ɖe wo nɔewo ŋu sesĩe, ale be womate ŋu afoe ɖa o.
The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.
24 Eƒe akɔta do akpa abe kpe ene eye wòsẽ abe te si dzi wotua nu le la ene.
His heart [is] firm as a stone, Indeed, firm as the lower piece.
25 Ne etso la, ŋɔ dzia ŋusẽtɔwo gɔ̃ hã eye wogbugbɔna ɖe megbe ne wose eƒe afɔzi wògbɔna.
The mighty are afraid at his rising, From his breakings they keep themselves free.
26 Yi si kaa eŋu la mewɔa nanekee o, nenema kee nye akplɔ, aŋutrɔ kple akplɔ nuɖekɛ.
The sword of his overtaker does not stand, Spear, dart, and breastplate.
27 Gayibɔ le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye akɔbli le abe ati si nyunyɔ la ene.
He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28 Mesina le aŋutrɔwo nu o eye akafokpewo le nɛ abe blitsro ene.
The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.
29 Kpo le nɛ abe gbe ƒuƒu ene eye ne yi le gbe dom la, eɖia kokoe nɛ.
Darts have been reckoned as stubble, And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
30 Eƒe dɔme le abe ze gbagbã dzaglidzagliwo ene eye woɖea fli ɖe ba me abe luƒomɔ ene.
Sharp points of clay [are] under him, He spreads gold on the mire.
31 Enana gogloƒewo fiena wlɔwlɔwlɔ abe aŋɔɖaze ene eye wòblua atsiaƒu me abe amiɖaze me blum wole ene.
He causes the deep to boil as a pot, He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.
32 Egblẽa mɔ si le dzo dzam la ɖe emegbe eye wòtrɔa atsiaƒu wòzua futukpɔ ɣi, ale nàbu be atsiaƒua ɖe wòƒo wɔ ene.
He causes a path to shine after him, One thinks the deep to be hoary.
33 Naneke mele anyigba dzi sɔ kplii o, enye nuwɔwɔ si mevɔ̃a naneke o.
There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
34 Eklẽa ŋku ɖe nu siwo katã doa wo ɖokui ɖe dzi eye wònye fia ɖe nu siwo katã dana la dzi.”
He sees every high thing, He [is] king over all sons of pride.”
