ईयोब 39
“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
2 २ पहाडी बकरी आणि हरीणी किती महिने आपल्या पिलांना पोटात वाढवतात ते तुला माहीत आहे का? त्यांची जन्माला यायची वेळ कोणती ते तुला माहीत आहे का?
Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.
Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and do not return again.
“Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
7 ७ गजबजलेल्या शहरांना हसतात (त्याला शहरातला गजबजाट आवडत नाही) आणि त्यांना कुठलाही मनुष्य आव घालू शकत नाही.
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture. He searches after every green thing.
“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
10 १० दोरीने तुला रानटी बैलाला ताब्यात करता येईल काय? आणि तू त्यास तुझे शेत नांगरायला लावू शकशील का?
Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
13 १३ “शहामृगी आपले पंख आनंदाने फडफडवते परंतु तिला उडता येत नाही तिचे पंख आणि पिसे माया करायच्या कामी पडतात काय?
“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
16 १६ ती आपल्या पिलांना सोडून जाते ती जणू स्वत: ची नाहीतच असे ती वागते. तिची पिल्ले मरण पावली तरी तिला त्याची पर्वा नसते काम निष्कळ झाल्याचे सुखदु: ख तिला नसते.
She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
23 २३ सैनिकाचा भाता त्याच्या बाजूला हलत असतो त्याचा स्वार जे भाले आणि इतर शस्त्रे बाळगतो ते उन्हात चमकतात.
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
24 २४ तो फार अनावर होतो. तो जमिनीवर जोरात धावतो तो जेव्हा रणशिंग फुंकलेले ऐकतो तेव्हा तो एका स्थळी स्थिर राहू शकत नाही.
He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
25 २५ रणशिंग ऐकू येते तेव्हा घोडा घाई करतो. त्यास दुरुनही लढाईचा वास येतो. सेनापतींनी दिलेल्या आज्ञा आणि युध्दातले इतर अनेक आवाज त्यास ऐकू येतात.
As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
27 २७ आकाशात गरुडाला उंच उडायला शिकवणारा तूच का? तूच त्यास त्याचे घरटे उंच पहाडावर बांधायला सांगितलेस का?
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
