Job 41
1 “Ị pụrụ iji nko azụ jide Leviatan maọbụ jiri ụdọ kegide ire ya bịada ya?
“Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
2 Ị pụrụ ikenye eriri nʼimi ya maọbụ were ngu igwe mapuo agba ya?
Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3 Ọ ga-arịọ gị arịrịọ ka i meere ya ebere? Ọ ga-eji olu dị nro gwa gị okwu?
Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?
4 Ọ ga-ekwe ka gị na ya baa nʼọgbụgba ndụ ka i were ya dịka ohu gị ogologo ndụ ya niile?
Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?
5 Ị ga-eji ya gwurie egwu dịka nnụnụ? Maọbụ kee ya eriri nye ya ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼụlọ gị?
Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?
6 Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?
7 Ị pụrụ iji igwe nko mejuo akpụkpọ ahụ ya maọbụ iji ùbe ndị ọkụ azụ dupuo isi ya?
Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
8 Ọ bụrụ na ị tụkwasị ya aka, ị gaghị echefu ọgụ ọ ga-alụso gị. Ị gakwaghị anwa ya ọzọ.
If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!
9 Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
10 Nʼihi nke a, o nweghị onye nwere obi ike ịkpasu ya iwe. Ọ bụ onye pụrụ iguzogide m?
No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?
11 Olee onye m ji ụgwọ nke m na-aghaghị ịkwụ? Ihe niile dị nʼokpuru eluigwe bụ nke m.
Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
12 “Agaghị m akwụsị ikwu ihe banyere ụkwụ na aka Leviatan, na ike ya, na ụdịdị ya mara mma.
I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
13 Onye nwere ike ikpughepụ ihe e ji kpuchie ya ahụ? Onye nwekwara ike ịbanye nʼagba ya apịajiri okpukpu abụọ?
Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
14 Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
15 Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
16 nke ọbụla dị ibe ya nso, na ikuku enweghị ike gafee nʼetiti ha.
One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
17 E jikọtara ha ọnụ nke ọma, ha na-ejisi onwe ha ike, enweghị ike ikewa ha.
They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
18 Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
19 Ire ọkụ na-asọpụta site nʼọnụ ya, icheku ọkụ na-ekepụtakwa nʼọnụ ya.
Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
20 Anwụrụ ọkụ na-esi nʼimi ya na-apụta, dịka ukuru ọkụ nke na-esi nʼime mmiri na-agbọ nʼelu osisi achara.
Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
21 Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
22 Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
23 Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya bụ ihe jikọtara ọnụ nke ọma, ha siri ike na-apụghị inugharị ha.
The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
24 Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
25 Mgbe o bilitere ọtọ, ndị dike na-atụ oke ụjọ; ha na-alaghachi azụ nʼihi mmagharị ya.
When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
26 O nweghị mma agha ọbụla pụrụ igbochi ya, o nwekwaghị ùbe igwe, maọbụ àkụ maọbụ ihe ọbụla a pịrị ọnụ ya apị nke pụrụ igbochi ya.
The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
27 Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
28 Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
29 Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
30 Okpuru afọ ya dị ka ejuju dị nkọ, nke na-ahapụ ụzọ nʼapịtị dịka igwe eji azọcha mkpụrụ ọka site nʼogbe ya.
His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 Ọ na-eme mmiri dị ogbu ka ọ gbọọ dịka ite; ọ na-akpagharị oke osimiri ka ọ dị ka mmanụ otite dị nʼite.
He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32 Ọ na-ahapụ ụfụfụ nʼazụ mgbe ọ na-aga; mmadụ ga-eche na ọ osimiri nwere isi awọ.
He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
33 O nweghị ihe ọzọ dị nʼụwa yiri ya, o nweghị ihe na-emenye ya ụjọ.
Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature devoid of fear!
34 Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”
