< Ayubu 39 >

1 “Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
2 Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
3 Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
4 Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
5 “Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
6 Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
7 Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
8 Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
9 “Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
10 No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
11 No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
12 No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
13 “Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
14 Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
15 ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
16 Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
17 nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
18 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
19 “Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
21 Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
22 Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
23 Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.
24 Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
25 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.
At the blast of the horn, he snorts with fervor. He catches the scent of battle from afar— the shouts of captains and the cry of war.
26 “Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
27 Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
28 Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
29 Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
30 Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”

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