अय्यूब 39
1 १ “क्या तू जानता है कि पहाड़ पर की जंगली बकरियाँ कब बच्चे देती हैं? या जब हिरनियाँ बियाती हैं, तब क्या तू देखता रहता है?
“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?
They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.
Their young ones thrive and grow up in the open field; they leave and do not return.
Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from the harness?
I made the wilderness his home and the salt flats his dwelling.
He scorns the tumult of the city and never hears the shouts of a driver.
He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.
Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?
10 १० क्या तू जंगली साँड़ को रस्से से बाँधकर रेघारियों में चला सकता है? क्या वह नालों में तेरे पीछे-पीछे हेंगा फेरेगा?
Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he plow the valleys behind you?
11 ११ क्या तू उसके बड़े बल के कारण उस पर भरोसा करेगा? या जो परिश्रम का काम तेरा हो, क्या तू उसे उस पर छोड़ेगा?
Can you rely on his great strength? Will you leave your hard work to him?
Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor?
13 १३ “फिर शुतुर्मुर्गी अपने पंखों को आनन्द से फुलाती है, परन्तु क्या ये पंख और पर स्नेह को प्रगट करते हैं?
The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
For she leaves her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand.
She forgets that a foot may crush them, or a wild animal may trample them.
16 १६ वह अपने बच्चों से ऐसी कठोरता करती है कि मानो उसके नहीं हैं; यद्यपि उसका कष्ट अकारथ होता है, तो भी वह निश्चिन्त रहती है;
She treats her young harshly, as if not her own, with no concern that her labor was in vain.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
Yet when she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
Do you give strength to the horse or adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?
21 २१ वह तराई में टाप मारता है और अपने बल से हर्षित रहता है, वह हथियार-बन्दों का सामना करने को निकल पड़ता है।
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and lance.
Trembling with excitement, he devours the distance; he cannot stand still when the ram’s horn sounds.
25 २५ जब जब नरसिंगा बजता तब-तब वह हिन-हिन करता है, और लड़ाई और अफसरों की ललकार और जय जयकार को दूर से सूँघ लेता है।
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.
Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?
Does the eagle soar at your command and make his nest on high?
He dwells on a cliff and lodges there; his stronghold is on a rocky crag.
From there he spies out food; his eyes see it from afar.
His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”
