Iyyoob 39
1 “Yeroo itti qellejjeen dhaltu beektaa? Yeroo itti borofni ilmoo ishee dhaltu argiteertaa?
Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Jiʼa isaan garaatti ilmaan baatan ni lakkooftaa? Yeroo isaan itti dhalan ni beektaa?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 Isaan jilbeenfatanii ilmaan isaanii dhalu; foolachuu isaaniis ni hobbaafatu.
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Ilmaan isaanii ni jabaatu; alattis ni guddatu; baʼanii ni deemu; hin deebiʼanis.
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 “Eenyutu harree diidaa gad dhiise? Funyoo isaas eenyutu hiike?
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 Ani gammoojjii mana isaa, lafa soogiddaas iddoo jireenya isaa godheen kenneef.
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 Inni waca magaalaa keessaatti ni kolfa; iyya konkolaachisaas hin dhagaʼu.
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 Waan dheedu argachuuf tulluuwwan irra laba; waan lalisaa hundas ni barbaada.
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 “Gafarsi si tajaajiluuf siif ajajamaa? Dallaa kee keessas ni bulaa?
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 Akka inni lafa siif qotuuf funyoodhaan isa hidhuu ni dandeessaa? Yookaan inni si duubaan boʼoo ni baasaa?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 Ati waan inni humna guddaa qabuuf isa ni amanattaa? Hojii kee jabaa illee isatti ni dhiiftaa?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 Akka inni midhaan kee walitti qabee oobdii kee irratti siif tuuluuf isa ni abdattaa?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 “Guchiin gammachuudhaan qoochoo ishee afarsiti; garuu qoochoo fi baallee huummootiin wal bira hin qabamu.
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 Hanqaaquu ishee lafa irratti buufti; akka itti hoʼuufis cirracha keessatti dhiifti;
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 garuu akka miilli wayii caccabsu, akka bineensi irra ejjetu hin yaadattu.
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 Cuucii isheettis akka waan isaan kan ishee hin taʼiniitti garaa jabaatti; yoo dadhabbiin ishee akkasumaan bade illee isheef homaa miti;
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 Waaqni ogummaadhaan ishee hin badhaafneetii; yookaan hubannaa isheef hin qoodne.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 Yeroo fiiguuf qoochoo ishee balʼifattutti, isheen fardaa fi namicha gulufutti kofalti.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 “Ati fardaaf jabina ni kennitaa? Yookaan morma isaatti gama uffisuu dandeessaa?
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Akka inni akkuma hawwaannisaatti utaalu ni gootaa? Ulfinni korrisa isaas sodaachisaa dha.
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 Inni humna isaatti gammadee akka malee guulee lafa dhidhiita; baʼees miʼa lolaatti qajeela.
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 Inni sodaatti ni kolfa; waan tokko illee hin sodaatu; goraadee irraas duubatti hin deebiʼu.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Manʼeen xiyyaa, eeboo fi ankaaseen calaqqisus cinaacha isaatti bubbuʼee kililcha.
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 Siʼaaʼee rommuudhaan lafa haadha; yeroo malakanni afuufamutti illee obsee dhaabachuu hin dandaʼu.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
25 Inni yommuu malakanni afuufamutti ‘Uffee’ jedhee imimsa; waca ajajjootaatii fi iyya waraanaa, foolii waraanaa illee fagoottu suufa.
As oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 “Cululleen ogummaa keetiin barriftee qoochoo ishees gara kibbaatti balʼiftii?
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Risaan ajaja keetiin ol baʼee ol fagootti mana isaa ijaarrataa?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 Inni qarqara hallayyaa irra jiraata; halkanis achuma bula; kattaan fofottoqaanis daʼoo isaa ti.
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 Achi taaʼees waan nyaatu adamsa; iji isaas fagootti waan sana arga.
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 Cuucoliin isaa dhiiga dhugu; innis lafa raqni jiruu hin dhabamu.”
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
