Ayubu 39
1 “Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or can you mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
Can you number the months that they fulfill? or know you the time when they bring forth?
3 Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
4 Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
Their young ones are in good looking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 “Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
7 Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.
8 Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
9 “Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
Will the unicorn (ox) be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?
10 No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
Can you bind the unicorn (ox) with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?
11 No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? or will you leave your labour to him?
12 No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
Will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather it into your barn?
13 “Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
Gave you the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
14 Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
Which left her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,
15 ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
16 Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her's: her labour is in vain without fear;
17 nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
18 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
What time she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
19 “Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
Have you given the horse strength? have you clothed his neck with thunder?
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
Can you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
21 Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes on to meet the armed men.
22 Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turns he back from the sword.
23 Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
24 Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believes he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
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.
He says among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells the battle far off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 “Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high?
28 Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
She dwells and abides on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
29 Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
From thence she seeks the prey, and her eyes behold far off.
30 Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
