Ayubu 39
1 “Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou observe when the hinds are in labor?
2 Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
Canst thou number the months they fulfill, And know the season when they bring forth?
3 Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
They bow themselves; they bring forth their young; They cast forth their pains.
4 Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
Their young ones are strong; they grow up in the fields; They go away, and return not to them.
5 “Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass,
6 Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
To whom I have given the wilderness for his house, And the barren land for his dwelling-place?
7 Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
He scorneth the tumult of the city, And heedeth not the shouting of the driver;
8 Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
The range of the mountains is his pasture; He seeketh after every green thing,
9 “Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
Will the wild-ox consent to serve thee? Will he pass the night at thy crib?
10 No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox with the harness to the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
Wilt thou rely upon him because his strength is great, And commit to him thy labor?
12 No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy grain, And gather in thy harvest?
13 “Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
The wing of the ostrich moveth joyfully; But is it with loving pinion and feathers?
14 Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
Nay, she layeth her eggs on the ground; She warmeth them in the dust,
15 ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, And 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 cruel to her young, as if they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, yet she feareth not;
17 nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
Because God hath denied her wisdom, And hath not given her understanding.
18 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
Yet when she lasheth herself up on high, She laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 “Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with his trembling mane?
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
Hast thou taught him to bound like the locust? How majestic his snorting! how terrible!
21 Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
He paweth in the valley; he exulteth in his strength, And rusheth into the midst of arms.
22 Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
He laugheth at fear; he trembleth not, And turneth not back from the sword.
23 Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
Against him rattle the quiver, The flaming spear, and the lance.
24 Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
With rage and fury he devoureth the ground; He will not believe that the trumpet soundeth.
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 every blast of the trumpet, he saith, Aha! And snuffeth the battle afar off, —The thunder of the captains, and the war-shout.
26 “Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk flieth, And spreadeth his wings toward the south?
27 Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
Doth the eagle soar at thy command, And build 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 dwelleth and lodgeth upon the rock, Upon the peak of the rock, and the stronghold.
29 Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
From thence he spieth out prey; His eyes discern it from afar.
30 Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
His young ones suck up blood; And where the slain are, there is he.
