Job 40
1 Onyenwe anyị zara Job sị:
Moreover Yhwh answered Job, and said,
2 “Onye ahụ na-arụso Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ụka ọ pụrụ ịdọ ya aka na ntị? Ka onye ahụ na-ebo Chineke ebubo zaghachi ya.”
Shall he that contendeth with the Almighty instruct him? he that reproveth God, let him answer it.
3 Mgbe ahụ, Job zaghachiri Onyenwe anyị sị:
Then Job answered Yhwh, and said,
4 “Abụ m onye na-erughị eru. Oleekwanụ ka m ga-esi zaghachi gị? Eji m aka m kpuchie ọnụ m.
Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lay mine hand upon my mouth.
5 Ekwuola m mbụ, ma enweghị m ọsịsa ọzọ kwuokwa ugboro abụọ, ma agaghị m ekwukwa ọzọ.”
Once have I spoken; but I will not answer: yea, twice; but I will proceed no further.
6 Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼoke ifufe gwa Job okwu sị:
Then answered Yhwh unto Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
7 “Kwadoo onwe gị dịka dimkpa; enwere m ajụjụ m ga-ajụ gị, achọkwara m ka i nye m ọsịsa.
Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
8 “Ị ga-aga nʼihu ikwujọ ikpe ziri ezi m? Ị ga-aga nʼihu maa m ikpe ka ị si otu a bụrụ onye ikpe gaara?
Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?
9 Ogwe aka gị ọ dị ike dịka nke Chineke? Olu gị ọ pụrụ ịda ụda dịka nke ya?
Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
10 Were ebube na ịdị ukwuu chọọ onwe gị mma, yikwasịkwa onwe gị nsọpụrụ na ugwu dịka uwe.
Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency; and array thyself with glory and beauty.
11 Wụsa iwe gị dị ọkụ nʼebe ndị mpako niile nọ, weda ha nʼala,
Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath: and behold every one that is proud, and abase him.
12 lekwasịkwa ndị mpako niile anya mee ha ihe ihere, ma tiriekwa ndị na-emebi iwu ebe ha guzo.
Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked in their place.
13 Likọta ha niile nʼotu nʼaja, kpuchie ihu ha niile nʼala ili.
Hide them in the dust together; and bind their faces in secret.
14 Mgbe ahụ, mụ onwe m ga-ekwenyere gị, na aka nri nwere ike ịzọpụta gị.
Then will I also confess unto thee that thine own right hand can save thee.
15 “Lee enyi mmiri anya, bụ nke m kere dịka m si kee gị, ma ihe ọ na-eri bụ ahịhịa dịka ehi.
Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.
16 Lee ike dị nʼukwu ya, leekwa ike dị nʼime afọ ya.
Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.
17 Ọdụdụ ya ka ọ na-efegharị dịka osisi sida; akwara dị ya nʼahụ ka e jikọtara nke ọma.
He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.
18 Ọkpụkpụ ya niile dịka ogidi bronz nwere ụmị, ọkpụkpụ ụkwụ na aka ya dịka okporo igwe.
His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.
19 Ya onwe ya bụ otu nʼime ọrụ aka mbụ nke Chineke, ma naanị onye kere ya nwere ike iji mma agha bịa ya nso.
He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.
20 Ugwu na-enye ya ihe ọ na-eri. Nʼebe ahụ kwa ka ụmụ anụ ọhịa ndị ọzọ na-anọ egwuri egwu.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.
21 Ọ na-edina nʼokpuru ahịhịa na-eto nʼakụkụ mmiri, zookwa onwe ya nʼetiti ahịhịa riidi nʼapịtị.
He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.
22 Ahịhịa lotus na-eji ndo ya kpuchie ya, osisi pọpla nke dị nʼakụkụ mmiri gbara ya gburugburu.
The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Ọ bụladị mgbe ebili mmiri na-ama, ọ dịghị atụ egwu; ọ na-anọ nwayọọ, nʼagbanyeghị na mmiri Jọdan na-asọpụta na-asọju ya nʼọnụ.
Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.
24 Onye pụrụ ijide ya mgbe ọ na-ele anya, maọbụ were ọnya jide ya mapuo ya imi?
He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.
