Job 39
1 “Ị maara mgbe ewu ọhịa bi nʼelu ugwu ji amụ nwa? O nweela mgbe ị ji hụ nne ele ka ọ na-amụpụta nwa ya?
Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or can you mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Ị na-agụkọ ọnwa ole afọ ime ha na-adị tupu ha amụọ nwa ha. Ị maara oge ha na-amụ ụmụ ha?
Can you number the months that they fulfill? or know you the time when they bring forth?
3 Ha na-amakpuru ala mụpụta nwa ha. Ihe mgbu nke ọmụmụ nwa ha ebiekwa.
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
4 Ụmụ ha na-eto nʼọhịa gbasiekwa ike. Ha na-apụ, ha adịghị alaghachikwute ha ọzọ.
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.
5 “Onye na-eme ka ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa nwere onwe ya? Onye na-atọpụ agbụ e kere ya?
Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 Nke m nyere ala ihe na-adịghị ka ọ bụrụ ebe obibi ha, ala nnu ahụ ka ọ bụrụ ụlọ ha.
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
7 Ụzụ dị nʼobodo adịghị emetụta ya, ọ naghị anụkwa mbigbọ nke onye na-achị ya.
He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying of the driver.
8 Elu ugwu niile bụ ebe ịkpa nri ya, ebe ahụ ka ọ na-achọpụta ahịhịa ndụ ọbụla.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
9 “Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ jeere gị ozi? Ị nwere ike ime ka ọ nọdụ nʼabalị nʼụlọ ebe ị na-azụ anụ ụlọ gị nri?
Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?
10 Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ rụọra gị ọrụ nʼubi gị? Ọ ga-akpụgharịrị gị ọgụ ị ji akọ ala?
Can you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?
11 Ị ga-atụkwasị ya obi nʼihi na ike ya hiri nne? Ị ga-ahapụrụ ya ọrụ ndị ahụ siri ike ka ọ rụọ?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? or will you leave your labor to him?
12 I nwere ike ịtụkwasị ya obi ka o gaa bulatara gị ọka site nʼebe ịzọcha ọka gị?
Will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather it into your barn?
13 “Enyi nnụnụ na-eji ọṅụ gbasapụ nku ya, ma a pụghị iji nku ya tụnyere nku na abụba nke ụgbala.
Gave you the goodly wings to the peacocks? or wings and feathers to the ostrich?
14 Ọ na-eyi akwa ya nʼala ma hapụ ha ka uzuzu kpoo ha ọkụ.
Which leaves her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,
15 Ọ naghị emetụ ya nʼobi na ụkwụ nwere ike ịzọpịa ha maọbụ na anụ ọhịa nwere ike zọrie ha.
And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
16 Ọ na-emeso ụmụ ya ihe ike dịka a ga-asị na ha abụghị nke ya, ọ dịghị emetụta ya na ndọgbu nʼọrụ ya nwere ike i bụ nʼefu, ma ọ dịghị atụ egwu.
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers: her labor is in vain without fear;
17 Nʼihi na Chineke ekenyeghị ya amamihe maọbụ kenye ya oke na inwe uche.
Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
18 Ma ọ na-agbalite ọsọ. Mgbe ọbụla ọ gbasara nku ya ịgba ọsọ, ọ na-achị ịnyịnya na onye na-agba ịnyịnya ọchị.
What time she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
19 “Ọ bụ gị na-enye ịnyịnya ike ya, ka ọ bụ gị mere ka ajị ogologo ahụ o nwere dịrị nʼolu ya?
Have you given the horse strength? have you clothed his neck with thunder?
20 Ị na-eme ya ka ọ wụgharịa dịka igurube, were ebube nke ịmapụ imi ya na-eyinye ihe oke egwu?
Can you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
21 Ọ na-azọ ụkwụ gam gam nʼala, ọ na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihi ike ya, ọ na-apụ izute agha na-atụghị egwu.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes on to meet the armed men.
22 Ọ na-achị ihe egwu ọchị, ụjọ ọbụla anaghị atụ ya; ọ naghị esi na mma agha wezuga onwe ya.
He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turns he back from the sword.
23 Akpa àkụ na-ayọgharị nʼakụkụ ya, ya na ùbe na arụa na-egbu maramara.
The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
24 Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eripịa ala. Mgbe ọ nụrụ ụda opi ike, ọ naghị eguzo otu ebe.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believes he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
25 Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eti mkpu sị, ‘Ahaa!’ Site nʼebe dị anya ka ọ na-anụ isisi agha. Ọ na-aṅụrịkwa ọṅụ maka iti mkpu nke ndị ọchịagha nʼoge agha.
He says among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 “Ọ bụ site nʼamamihe gị ka egbe ji efego nʼelu, gbasaakwa nku ya gaa nʼebe ndịda?
Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Ọ bụ gị nyere ugo iwu ifeli elu ma wuo akwụ ya nʼebe dị elu?
Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high?
28 Nʼelu nkume dị elu ka ọ na-ebi nọọkwa ọnọdụ abalị; ọwara nkume dị elu bụ ebe e wusiri ike ya.
She dwells and stays on the rock, on the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
29 O bụ site nʼebe ahụ ka ọ na-esi enyochapụta ihe ọ ga-eburu.
From there she seeks the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
30 Ụmụ ya na-amịchakwa ọbara, nʼihi na ebe ọ na-aga bụ ebe ọbụla ọ ga-ahụ ihe e gburu egbu.”
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
