Hiob 39
1 “Wonim ɛberɛ a bepɔ so mmirekyie wowoɔ? Woahwɛ, ahunu ɛberɛ a ɔforoteɛ nyinsɛn ne ba?
Do you know at what time the wild goats have given birth among the rocks, or do you observe the deer when they go into labor?
2 Woakane abosome dodoɔ a wɔde nyinsɛn? Wonim ɛberɛ a wɔwoɔ anaa?
Have you numbered the months since their conception, and do you know at what time they gave birth?
3 Wɔkoto wowo wɔn mma; na wɔn awokoɔ yea to twa.
They bend themselves for their offspring, and they give birth, and they emit roars.
4 Wɔn mma nyini ahoɔden so wɔ wiram; na wɔgya wɔn awofoɔ hɔ a wɔnnsane nkɔ wɔn nkyɛn bio.
Their young are weaned and go out to feed; they depart and do not return to them.
5 “Hwan na ɔma wiram afunumu fa ne ho die? Hwan na ɔsanee ne nhoma?
Who has set the wild ass free, and who has released his bonds?
6 Mede asase bonini maa no sɛ ne fie, ne nkyene asase tamaa sɛ nʼatenaeɛ.
I have given a house in solitude to him, and his tabernacle is in the salted land.
7 Ɔsere kurom gyegyeegyeyɛ no; na ɔnte ɔkafoɔ nteateam.
He despises the crowded city; he does not pay attention to the bellow of the tax collector.
8 Ɔkyinkyini mmepɔ no so sɛ nʼadidibea; ɛhɔ na ɔkyin hwehwɛ wira mono biara.
He looks around the mountains of his pasture, and he searches everywhere for green plants.
9 “Ɛkoɔ bɛpene sɛ ɔbɛsom wo anaa? Ɔbɛtena wo mmoa adididaka nkyɛn anadwo anaa?
Will the rhinoceros be willing to serve you, and will he remain in your stall?
10 Wobɛtumi asa no wɔ fentemfidie so? Ɔbɛfentem mmɔnhwa a ɛda wʼakyi anaa?
Can you detain the rhinoceros with your harness to plough for you, and will he loosen the soil of the furrows behind you?
11 Wobɛtumi de wo ho ato no so ɛsiane nʼahoɔden dodoɔ nti? Wobɛgya wʼadwuma a ɛyɛ den ama no anaa?
Will you put your faith in his great strength, and delegate your labors to him?
12 Wogye di sɛ ɔde wʼaburo bɛba na waboa ano de akɔ ayuporobea anaa?
Will you trust him to return to you the seed, and to gather it on your drying floor?
13 “Sohori bɔ nʼataban mu anigyeɛ so, nanso wɔntumi mfa ntoto asukɔnkɔn deɛ ho.
The wing of the ostrich is like the wings of the heron, and of the hawk.
14 Ɔto ne nkosua gu asase so ma mfuturo ka no hye,
When she leaves eggs behind in the earth, will you perhaps warm them in the dust?
15 ɛmfa ne ho sɛ ɛnan bi bɛpɛkyɛ no, sɛ wiram aboa bi bɛtiatia so.
She forgets that feet may trample them, or that the beasts of the field may shatter them.
16 Ɔbɔ ne mma atirimuɔden sɛdeɛ wɔnnyɛ ne dea; ɛmfa ne ho sɛ nʼadwuma bɛyɛ kwa,
She is hardened against her young, as if they were not hers; she has labored in vain, with no fear compelling her.
17 ɛfiri sɛ Onyankopɔn amma no nyansa, wamma no nhunumu biara.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; neither has he given her understanding.
18 Nanso sɛ ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu tu mmirika a, ɔsere ɔpɔnkɔ ne ne sotefoɔ.
Yet, when the time is right, she raises her wings on high; she ridicules the horse and his rider.
19 “Wo na woma ɔpɔnkɔ no nʼahoɔden anaa wode ne kɔn mu nwi kuhaa no ma no?
Will you supply strength to the horse, or envelope his throat with neighing?
20 Wo na woma no huri te sɛ ntutummɛ, na ɔde ne nkorɔmo hunahuna anaa?
Will you alarm him as the locusts do? His panic is revealed by the display of his nostrils.
21 Ɔde ne nan tintim fam denden, na nʼani gye nʼahoɔden mu, na afei ɔbɔ wura ɔko mu.
He digs at the earth with his hoof; he jumps around boldly; he advances to meet armed men.
22 Ɔmmɔ hu, na ɔnsuro biribiara; ɔhunu akofena a ɔnnwane.
He despises fear; he does not turn away from the sword.
23 Bɛmma woso wɔ ne nkyɛn mu bɔha mu, na pea ne pɛmɛ nso di ahim wɔ ne ho.
Above him, the quiver rattles, the spear and the shield shake.
24 Ɔfiri ahopereɛ mu de nʼano sisi fam; na sɛ wɔhyɛn totorobɛnto a, ɔntumi nnyina faako.
Seething and raging, he drinks up the earth; neither does he pause when the blast of the trumpet sounds.
25 Sɛ totorobɛnto hyɛne a ɔka sɛ, ‘Wiɛɛ!’ ɔte ɔko ho hwa firi akyirikyiri, ɔsahene no nteamu ne ɔko mu osebɔ.
When he hears the bugle, he says, “Ha!” He smells the battle from a distance, the exhortation of the officers, and the battle cry of the soldiers.
26 “Wo nyansa na ɛma akorɔma tuo na ɔtrɛ ne ntaban mu fa anafoɔ?
Does the hawk grow feathers by means of your wisdom, spreading her wings towards the south?
27 Wo na wohyɛ ɔkɔdeɛ ma no tu kɔ sorosoro kɔyɛ ne pirebuo wɔ hɔ?
Will the eagle lift herself up at your command and make her nest in steep places?
28 Ɔbotan mu na ɔteɛ na ɛhɔ na ɔda; ɔbotan sorɔnsorɔn yɛ nʼabandenden.
She dwells among the rocks, and she lingers among broken boulders and inaccessible cliffs.
29 Ɛhɔ na ɔfiri kɔpɛ nʼaduane; nʼani hunu adeɛ a ɛwɔ akyirikyiri.
From there, she looks for food, and her eyes catch sight of it from far away.
30 Mogya yɛ ne mma aduane, na baabi a atɔfoɔ wɔ no, ɛhɔ na ɔwɔ.”
Her young will drink blood, and wherever the carcass will be, she is there immediately.
