Job 41
1 “Ị pụrụ iji nko azụ jide Leviatan maọbụ jiri ụdọ kegide ire ya bịada ya?
Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or tie up his jaws with a cord?
2 Ị pụrụ ikenye eriri nʼimi ya maọbụ were ngu igwe mapuo agba ya?
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through 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 make many pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you?
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, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5 Ị ga-eji ya gwurie egwu dịka nnụnụ? Maọbụ kee ya eriri nye ya ụmụ agbọghọ nọ nʼụlọ gị?
Will you play with him as you would with a bird? Will you tie him up for your servant girls?
6 Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
Will the groups of fishermen bargain for him? Will they divide him up to trade 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.
Put your hand on him just once, and you will remember the battle and do it no more.
9 Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
See, the hope of anyone who does that is a lie; will not anyone be thrown down to the ground just by the sight of him?
10 Nʼihi nke a, o nweghị onye nwere obi ike ịkpasu ya iwe. Ọ bụ onye pụrụ iguzogide m?
None is so fierce that he dare stir Leviathan up; who, then, is he who can stand before me?
11 Olee onye m ji ụgwọ nke m na-aghaghị ịkwụ? Ihe niile dị nʼokpuru eluigwe bụ nke m.
Who has first given anything to me in order that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole sky is mine.
12 “Agaghị m akwụsị ikwu ihe banyere ụkwụ na aka Leviatan, na ike ya, na ụdịdị ya mara mma.
I will not keep silent concerning Leviathan's legs, nor about the matter of his strength, nor about his 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 covering? Who can penetrate his double armor?
14 Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
Who can open the doors of his face— ringed with his teeth, which are a terror?
15 Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
his back is made up of rows of shields, tight together as with a close seal.
16 nke ọbụla dị ibe ya nso, na ikuku enweghị ike gafee nʼetiti ha.
One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
17 E jikọtara ha ọnụ nke ọma, ha na-ejisi onwe ha ike, enweghị ike ikewa ha.
They are joined to each other; they stick together, so that they cannot be pulled apart.
18 Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
Light flashes out from his snorting; his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning dawn.
19 Ire ọkụ na-asọpụta site nʼọnụ ya, icheku ọkụ na-ekepụtakwa nʼọnụ ya.
Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out.
20 Anwụrụ ọkụ na-esi nʼimi ya na-apụta, dịka ukuru ọkụ nke na-esi nʼime mmiri na-agbọ nʼelu osisi achara.
Out of his nostrils goes smoke like a boiling pot on a fire that has been fanned to be very hot.
21 Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
His breath kindles coals into flame; fires go out from his mouth.
22 Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
In his neck is strength, and terror dances in front of 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 joined together; they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
24 Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
His heart is as hard as a stone— indeed, 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 he raises himself up, even the gods become afraid; because of fear, they draw back.
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.
If a sword strikes him, it does nothing— and neither does a spear, an arrow, or any other pointed weapon.
27 Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
He thinks of iron as if it were straw, and of bronze as if it were rotten wood.
28 Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
An arrow cannot make him flee; to him sling stones become chaff.
29 Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
Clubs are regarded as straw; he laughs at the whirring flight of a spear.
30 Okpuru afọ ya dị ka ejuju dị nkọ, nke na-ahapụ ụzọ nʼapịtị dịka igwe eji azọcha mkpụrụ ọka site nʼogbe ya.
His lower parts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery; he leaves a spreading trail in the mud as if he were 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 deep to foam up like a pot of boiling water; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 Ọ na-ahapụ ụfụfụ nʼazụ mgbe ọ na-aga; mmadụ ga-eche na ọ osimiri nwere isi awọ.
He makes a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair.
33 O nweghị ihe ọzọ dị nʼụwa yiri ya, o nweghị ihe na-emenye ya ụjọ.
On earth there is no equal to him, who has been made to live without fear.
34 Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
He sees everything that is proud; he is king over all the sons of pride.”
