Ayubu 39
1 “Wee nĩũũĩ rĩrĩa mbũri cia irĩma-inĩ iciaraga? Wee nĩwĩroragĩra rĩrĩa thwariga ĩgũciara kaana kayo?
Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Wee nĩũtaraga mĩeri ĩrĩa ciikaraga ingĩgaaciara? Nĩũũĩ hĩndĩ ĩrĩa iciaraga?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 Ciĩthunaga igaciara twana twacio; ruo rwacio rwa gũciara rũgathira.
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Twana twacio twagĩraga mwĩrĩ, tũgakũra tũrĩ na hinya o kũu gĩthaka-inĩ; tũkinyaga ihinda rĩa kwehera na tũticookaga.
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 “Nũũ warekereirie njagĩ ĩthiiage ĩtarĩ mũũria? Nũũ wamĩohorire mĩhĩndo?
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 Ndaamĩheire werũ ũtuĩke mũciĩ wayo, naguo bũrũri wa cumbĩ ũtuĩke gĩtũũro kĩayo.
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 Ĩthekagĩrĩra inegene rĩrĩ thĩinĩ wa itũũra; ndĩiguaga mũkaĩrĩrio wa mũtwarithia.
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 Ĩrimũthagĩra irĩma-inĩ ĩgĩetha gwa kũrĩa, ĩkahaara kahuti o gothe karuru.
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 “Mbogo ya njamba-rĩ, yetĩkĩra gũgũtungata? No ĩkindĩrie mũharatĩ-inĩ waku ũtukũ?
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 No ũhote kũmĩoha matandĩko ĩrĩme na mũraũ? No ĩkuume thuutha ituamba-inĩ ĩkĩrĩmaga na mũraũ?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 No ũmĩĩhoke nĩ ũndũ atĩ ĩrĩ na hinya mũingĩ? No ũmĩtigĩre wĩra waku mũritũ ĩrutage?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 No ũmĩĩhoke ĩkũrehere ngano yaku, na ĩmĩcookanĩrĩrie kĩhuhĩro-inĩ gĩaku?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 “Mathagu ma nyaga mabatabataga nĩ gũkena, no matingĩgerekanio na mathagu na njoya cia njũũ.
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 Ĩrekagĩria matumbĩ mayo tĩĩri-inĩ na ĩkamatiga mũthanga-inĩ magwate ũrugarĩ,
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 ĩtegwĩciiria atĩ no makinywo na magũrũ makue, kana marangwo nĩ nyamũ ya gĩthaka.
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 Ĩĩkaga ciana ciayo ũũru ta itarĩ ciayo; ndĩmakaga atĩ wĩra wayo no ũtuĩke wa tũhũ,
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 nĩgũkorwo Ngai ndaamĩheire ũũgĩ kana akĩmĩhe igai rĩa mwĩciirĩrie mwega.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 No rĩrĩ, rĩrĩa yatambũrũkia mathagu ĩhanyũke, ĩthekagĩrĩra mbarathi na mũmĩhaici.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 “Wee nĩwe ũheaga mbarathi hinya wayo, kana ũkamĩhumba ngingo na mũreera?
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Wee nĩwe ũtũmaga ĩrũũge ta ngigĩ, ĩkahahũra andũ na mũtiihĩre wayo wa mwĩtĩĩo?
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 Ĩhuragia thĩ na ũcamba ĩgĩkenagĩra hinya wayo, ĩkaguthũka ĩtoonyete mbaara-inĩ.
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 Ĩthekagĩrĩra guoya, ĩtarĩ ũndũ ĩngĩtigĩra; ndĩmakagio nĩ rũhiũ rwa njora.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Thiaka wa mũmĩhaici ũbocabocaga mbaru-inĩ ciayo, hamwe na itimũ rĩkũhenia na mĩcengi.
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 Irĩĩaga tĩĩri nĩ ũrũme; ndĩngĩrũgama ĩkindĩirie hĩndĩ ĩrĩa karumbeta kagamba.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn 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.
As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 “Rwĩgĩ-rĩ, nĩwe ũrũhotithagia kũmbũka na ũũgĩ waku, kana gũtambũrũkia mathagu maruo rwerekeire mwena wa gũthini?
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Nderi nĩwe ũmĩathaga yũmbũke na igũrũ, na ĩkeyakĩra gĩtara kĩayo igũrũ mũno?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 Ĩtũũraga kĩharũrũka-inĩ kĩa ihiga, na nĩ ho ĩraaraga; rũhĩa-inĩ rwa ihiga iraaya mũno nĩ ho mwĩgitio wayo.
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 Ĩrĩ hau nĩguo ĩcaragĩria gĩa kũrĩa; maitho mayo moonaga irio irĩ o kũraya.
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 Tũcui twayo tũnyuuaga thakame, na handũ harĩa arĩa moragĩtwo marĩ, hau nĩ ho ĩkoragwo.”
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
