Jobho 41
1 “Ungagona kukweva ngwena nechiredzo, kana kusunga rurimi rwayo netambo here?
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Ungagona kupinza mukaro mumhino dzayo, kana kuboora rushaya rwayo nechiredzo here?
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3 Ko, ingaramba ichikumbira kunzwirwa ngoni newe here? Ko, ingataura kwauri mashoko manyoro here?
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4 Ko, ingaita chitenderano newe here kuti iwe uitore senhapwa kwoupenyu hwayo hwose?
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5 Ungagona kuipfuwa seshiri here kana kuisunga kuti vanasikana vako vatambe nayo?
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6 Ko, vatengesi vangaitsinhanisa here? Ko, vangaigoverana pakati pavashambadziri here?
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him amongst the merchants?
7 Ungagona kuzadza dehwe rayo nemiseve ine nzeve here, kana kuzadza musoro wayo namapfumo okuredzesa hove?
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8 Kana ukaisa ruoko rwako pairi uchazorangarira kurwisana kwako nayo uye haungazozvipamhizve!
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9 Tariro ipi zvayo yokuitonga ndeyenhema; kungoiona bedzi kunopedza simba.
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10 Hakuna munhu anotyisa zvokuti angaidenha. Ndianiko zvino anogona kumisidzana neni?
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11 Ndianiko wandakatorera chinhu wandinofanira kuripira? Zvinhu zvose zviri pasi pedenga ndezvangu.
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
12 “Handingakonewi kutaura zvemitezo yayo, simba rayo uye chimiro chayo chakanaka.
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13 Ndianiko angabvisa dehwe rayo? Ndianiko angasvika kwairi namatomu?
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
14 Ndianiko anotsunga kuzarura mikova yomuromo wayo, iwo wakakomberedzwa nameno ayo anotyisa?
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15 Musana wayo une mitsara yamakwande yakanyatsonamirwa pamwe chete;
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
16 rimwe nerimwe riri pedyo pedyo nerimwe, zvokuti hakuna mhepo inopinda napakati.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17 Akanyatsobatanidzwa pane rimwe nerimwe; akanamatirana pamwe chete uye haagoni kuparadzaniswa.
They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18 Kuhotsira kwayo kunoita mamvari omoto; meso ayo akaita sehwerazuva hwamambakwedza.
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Mazhenje omoto anoyerera achibva mumuromo mayo; zvimvari zvomoto zvinobarikira kunze.
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
20 Utsi hunobuda mumhino dzayo sepahari inovira pamusoro pomoto wetsanga.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21 Kufema kwayo kunopfutidza mazimbe omoto, uye murazvo unobuda mumuromo mayo.
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
22 Simba rinogara pamutsipa wayo; kuvhundutsa kuri pamberi payo.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23 Nhindi dzenyama yayo dzakabatanidzwa zvakasimba; dzakasimba uye hadzizungunuswi.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
24 Chipfuva chayo chakaoma sebwe, chakaoma sapasi peguyo.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25 Painosimuka, vane simba vanovhundutswa, vanodududzira shure isati yarova mvura.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
26 Munondo unosvika kwairi hauna simba, uye pfumo kana museve kana pfumo guru hazvina simba.
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27 Simbi inoita seshanga kwairi, uye ndarira sedanda rakaora.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28 Miseve haingaiti kuti itize; zvimviriri zvakaita sehundi kwairi.
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29 Tsvimbo inoita kunge chidimbu cheshanga kwairi; inoseka panorira bakatwa.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30 Pasi payo pakaita sezvaenga zvehari, inosiya muhwezva mumatope sechirei chinokwevewa.
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 Inoita kuti mvura yakadzika ivire segate rinovhaira, uye inokurunga gungwa sehari yamafuta.
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 Shure kwayo inosiya muhwezva unopenya; mumwe munhu angafunga kuti mvura yakadzika yava nevhudzijena.
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
33 Hapana chakaenzana nayo munyika, chisikwa chisingatyi.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34 Inotarisira pasi zvose zvinozvikudza; ndiyo mambo pamusoro pezvose zvinozvikudza.”
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
