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 fish hook, or press down his tongue 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 petitions to you, or 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 with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6 Ndị ahịa ha ga-eji ya zụọ ahịa? Ha ga-eke ya nʼetiti ndị mgbereahịa?
Will traders barter for him? Will they part 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 skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8 Ọ bụrụ na ị tụkwasị ya aka, ị gaghị echefu ọgụ ọ ga-alụso gị. Ị gakwaghị anwa ya ọzọ.
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9 Ọ bụ ime ihe nzuzu bụ mmadụ ịgbalị ijide ya. Naanị ilekwasị ya anya na-eyi egwu.
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at 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 him 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 to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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 silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
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 garment? Who will come within his jaws?
14 Onye pụrụ imeghe ụzọ nke ọnụ ya, nke eze dị oke egwu gbara gburugburu?
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15 Azụ ya nwere ọta ndị e doro nʼusoro nke e mechisịrị ike ka ha rapara nʼahụ ibe ha,
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together 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 one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18 Ìhè na-enwupụta mgbe ọbụla o zere uzere; anya ya abụọ na-achakwa dịka anwụ ụtụtụ.
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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 a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21 Ume ọ na-ekupụta na-afụnwu ọkụ icheku. Ire ọkụ na-esitekwa nʼọnụ ya na-amapụ dịka àkụ.
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
22 Ike nwere ọnọdụ nʼolu ya, obi ịlọ mmiri na-aga ya nʼihu.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23 Akpụkpọ anụ ahụ ya bụ ihe jikọtara ọnụ nke ọma, ha siri ike na-apụghị inugharị ha.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
24 Obi ya dị ike dịka nkume, dịka nkume e ji akwọ ihe.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the 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, the mighty are afraid. They retreat 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.
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27 Nʼebe ọ nọ, igwe dị ka ahịhịa; bronz dịkwa ka osisi rere ure nʼebe ọ nọ.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28 Àkụ adịghị eme ka ọ gbalaga, ịtụ ya nkume dị ka ịtụ ya igbugbo ọka.
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29 Mkpọrọ osisi na-adị ya ka ahịhịa ọka, ọ na-achị ọchị na mkpọtụ arụa na-eme.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
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 like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in 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 deep to boil like a pot. 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 path shine after 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.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34 Ọ na-eleda ndị mpako niile anya. Ọ bụkwa eze nʼebe ndị na-anya isi nọ.”
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
