ယောဘ 41
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4 ၄ သင်နှင့်ဝန်ခံခြင်း ပဋိညာဉ်ကို ပြုလိမ့်မည် လော။ သင်၏အမှုကို အစဉ်ဆောင်ရွက်စေခြင်းငှါ သူ့ကို ခန့်ထားမည်လော။
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6 ၆ သင်၏အပေါင်းအဘော်တို့သည် သူ့ကိုဝိုင်း၍ စားသောက်ပွဲခံကြလိမ့်မည်လော။ ကုန်သည်တို့တွင် ဝေကြလိမ့်မည်လော။
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him amongst the merchants?
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11 ၁၁ ငါသည် ကျေးဇူးတုံ့ပြုရမည်အကြောင်း အဘယ် သူသည် ငါ၌ ကျေးဇူးပြုဘူးသနည်း။ မိုဃ်းကောင်းကင် အောက်၌ ရှိသမျှတို့သည် ငါ၏ ဥစ္စာဖြစ်ကြ၏။
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25 ၂၅ သူထသောအခါ ခွန်အားကြီးသောသူတို့သည် ကြောက်လန့်ကြ၏။ ကြောက်လန့်အားကြီးသောကြောင့် အရူးကဲ့သို့ ဖြစ်ကြ၏။
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28 ၂၈ လေးနှင့်ပစ်၍ သူ့ကိုမပြေးစေနိုင်။ လောက်လွှဲ နှင့်ပစ်သောကျောက်ခဲတို့သည် သူ၌ အမှိုက်ကဲ့သို့ ဖြစ်ကြ၏။
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34 ၃၄ ကြီးမြင့်သောအရာရှိသမျှတို့ကို မထီမဲ့မြင်ပြု တတ်၏။ မာနထောင်လွှားသောသူအပေါင်းတို့အပေါ်၌ မင်းဖြစ်သည်ဟု မိန့်တော်မူ၏။
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
