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?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? [or] canst thou 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?
Canst thou number the months that they fulfill? or knowest thou 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, 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 in the open field; they go forth, and return not again,
5 “Onye na-eme ka ịnyịnya ibu ọhịa nwere onwe ya? Onye na-atọpụ agbụ e kere ya?
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? or who hath 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 salt land his dwelling place.
7 Ụzụ dị nʼobodo adịghị emetụta ya, ọ naghị anụkwa mbigbọ nke onye na-achị ya.
He scorneth the tumult of the city, neither heareth he the shoutings 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 searcheth 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 wild-ox be content to serve thee? or will he abide by thy crib?
10 Ị nwere ike ime ka atụ rụọra gị ọrụ nʼubi gị? Ọ ga-akpụgharịrị gị ọgụ ị ji akọ ala?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Ị ga-atụkwasị ya obi nʼihi na ike ya hiri nne? Ị ga-ahapụrụ ya ọrụ ndị ahụ siri ike ka ọ rụọ?
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave to him thy labour?
12 I nwere ike ịtụkwasị ya obi ka o gaa bulatara gị ọka site nʼebe ịzọcha ọka gị?
Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather [the corn of] thy threshingfloor?
13 “Enyi nnụnụ na-eji ọṅụ gbasapụ nku ya, ma a pụghị iji nku ya tụnyere nku na abụba nke ụgbala.
The wing of the ostrich rejoiceth, [but] are her pinions and feathers kindly?
14 Ọ na-eyi akwa ya nʼala ma hapụ ha ka uzuzu kpoo ha ọkụ.
For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,
15 Ọ naghị emetụ ya nʼobi na ụkwụ nwere ike ịzọpịa ha maọbụ na anụ ọhịa nwere ike zọrie ha.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample 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 if they were not hers: though her labour be in vain, [she is] without fear;
17 Nʼihi na Chineke ekenyeghị ya amamihe maọbụ kenye ya oke na inwe uche.
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath 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 lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth 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?
Hast thou given the horse [his] might? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Ị na-eme ya ka ọ wụgharịa dịka igurube, were ebube nke ịmapụ imi ya na-eyinye ihe oke egwu?
Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? the glory of his snorting 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 paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth out 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 mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; neither turneth he back from the sword.
23 Akpa àkụ na-ayọgharị nʼakụkụ ya, ya na ùbe na arụa na-egbu maramara.
The quiver rattleth against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
24 Mgbe ụzụ agha bara ya nʼisi, ọ na-eripịa ala. Mgbe ọ nụrụ ụda opi ike, ọ naghị eguzo otu ebe.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; neither believeth he that it is the voice 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.
As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! and he smelleth 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?
Doth the hawk soar by thy wisdom, [and] stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Ọ bụ gị nyere ugo iwu ifeli elu ma wuo akwụ ya nʼebe dị elu?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy 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 dwelleth on the rock, and hath her lodging [there], upon the crag of the rock, and the strong hold.
29 O bụ site nʼebe ahụ ka ọ na-esi enyochapụta ihe ọ ga-eburu.
From thence she spieth out the prey; her eyes behold it 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.
