Job 39
1 “Ìwọ mọ àkókò ìgbà tí àwọn ewúrẹ́ orí àpáta ń bímọ? Ìwọ sì lè kíyèsi ìgbà tí abo àgbọ̀nrín ń bímọ?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? dost thou mark the calving of the hinds?
2 Ìwọ lè ka iye òṣùpá tí wọn ń pé, ìwọ sì mọ àkókò ìgbà tí wọn ń bímọ.
Dost thou number the months that they fulfil? and knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3 Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
They bow themselves, they give birth to their young ones, they cast out their pains;
4 Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go forth, and return not unto them.
5 “Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? and who hath loosed the bands of the onager,
6 èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
Whose house I made the wilderness, and the salt plain his dwellings?
7 Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
He laugheth at the tumult of the city, and heareth not the shouts of the driver;
8 Orí àtòlé òkè ńlá ni ibùjẹ oko rẹ̀, òun a sì máa wá ewé tútù gbogbo rí.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
9 “Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
Will the buffalo be willing to serve thee, or will he lodge by thy crib?
10 Ìwọ le fi òkun tata de àgbáǹréré nínú aporo? Tàbí ó jẹ́ máa fa ìtulẹ̀ nínú aporo oko tọ̀ ọ́ lẹ́yìn?
Canst thou bind the buffalo with his cord in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
Wilt thou put confidence in him, because his strength is great? and wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
12 Ìwọ le gbẹ́kẹ̀lé pé, yóò mú èso oko rẹ̀ wá sílé, àti pé yóò sì kó ọ jọ sínú àká rẹ?
Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?
13 “Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
The wing of the ostrich beats joyously — But is it the stork's pinion and plumage?
14 Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
For she leaveth her eggs to the earth, and warmeth them in the dust,
15 tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may trample them.
16 Kò ní àánú sí àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ bí ẹni pé wọn kì í ṣe tirẹ̀; asán ni iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ láìní ìbẹ̀rù;
She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without her concern.
17 nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
For God hath deprived her of wisdom, and hath not furnished her with understanding.
18 Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
What time she lasheth herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
19 “Ìwọ ni ó fi agbára fún ẹṣin bí, tàbí ṣé ìwọ ni ó fi gọ̀gọ̀ wọ ọrùn rẹ̀ ní aṣọ?
Hast thou given strength to the horse? hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
Dost thou make him to leap as a locust? His majestic snorting is terrible.
21 Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in [his] strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host.
22 Ó fi ojú kékeré wo ẹ̀rù, àyà kò sì fò ó; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì í sì í padà sẹ́yìn kúrò lọ́wọ́ idà.
He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from before the sword.
23 Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
The quiver rattleth upon him, the glittering spear and the javelin.
24 Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, and cannot contain himself at the sound of the trumpet:
25 Ó wí nígbà ìpè pé, Háà! Háà! Ó sì gbóhùn ogun lókèèrè réré, igbe àwọn balógun àti ìhó ayọ̀ ogun wọn.
At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 “Àwòdì ha máa ti ipa ọgbọ́n rẹ̀ fò sókè, tí ó sì na ìyẹ́ apá rẹ̀ sí ìhà gúúsù?
Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, [and] stretch his wings toward the south?
27 Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make his nest on high?
28 Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
He inhabiteth the rock and maketh his dwelling on the point of the cliff, and the fastness:
29 Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance;
30 Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
And his young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is he.
