Ayubu 39
1 “Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
Do you know when the wild goats give birth? Have you watched the birth-pains of the deer?
2 Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
Do you know how many months they carry their young? Do you know the time when they give birth?
3 Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
They crouch down in labor to deliver their offspring.
4 Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
Their young grow strong in the open countryside; they leave and never return.
5 “Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
Who gave the wild donkey its freedom? Who set it free from its bonds?
6 Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
I have given it the wilderness as its home, the salt plains as a place to live.
7 Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
It despises the noise of the city; it doesn't need to listen to the shouts of a driver.
8 Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
It hunts in the mountains for pastureland, searching for all kinds of green plants to eat.
9 “Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will it spend the night at your manger?
10 No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
Can you tie a wild ox to a plow? Can you make it till your fields for you?
11 No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
Because it's so powerful can you trust it? Can you depend on it to do your heavy work for you?
12 No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
Are you sure it will gather your grain and bring it to your threshing floor?
13 “Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
The ostrich proudly flaps her wings, but they are nothing like the flight feathers of the stork.
14 Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
The ostrich abandons her eggs on the ground, leaving them to be warmed in the dust.
15 ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
She doesn't think that they can be crushed underfoot, trampled by a wild animal.
16 Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
She is tough towards her young, acting as if they didn't belong to her. She doesn't care that all her work was for nothing.
17 nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
For I, God, made her forget wisdom—she didn't get her share of intelligence.
18 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
But when she needs to, she can jump up and run, mocking a horse and its rider with her speed.
19 “Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
Did you give the horse its strength? Did you place a mane upon its neck?
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
Did you make it able to jump like a locust? Its loud snorting is terrifying!
21 Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
It paws at the ground, rearing up with power as it charges into battle.
22 Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
It laughs at fear; it is not frightened at all.
23 Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
The quiver full of arrows rattles against it; the spear and the javelin flash in the sunlight.
24 Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
Shaking with rage it gallops across the ground; it cannot remain still when the trumpet 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.
Whenever the trumpet calls, it is ready; he senses the sound of battle from far away, he hears the commanders shouting.
26 “Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
Is it through your wisdom that the hawk soars, spreading its wings towards the south?
27 Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
Do you command the eagle to fly high and make its nest in the summits of the mountains?
28 Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
It lives among the cliffs, and roosts on a remote rocky crag.
29 Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
From there it spies its prey from far away, fixing its gaze on its victim. Its chicks eagerly swallow blood.
30 Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
Where the carcasses are, that's where birds of prey are found.”
