Job 39
1 “Ìwọ mọ àkókò ìgbà tí àwọn ewúrẹ́ orí àpáta ń bímọ? Ìwọ sì lè kíyèsi ìgbà tí abo àgbọ̀nrín ń bímọ?
Know you the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? or can you mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Ìwọ lè ka iye òṣùpá tí wọn ń pé, ìwọ sì mọ àkókò ìgbà tí wọn ń bímọ.
Can you number the months that they fulfill? or know you the time when they bring forth?
3 Wọ́n tẹ ara wọn ba, wọ́n bímọ, wọ́n sì mú ìkáàánú wọn jáde.
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young ones, they cast out their sorrows.
4 Àwọn ọmọ wọn rí dáradára, wọ́n dàgbà nínú ọ̀dàn; wọ́n jáde lọ, wọn kò sì tún padà wá sọ́dọ̀ wọn.
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not to them.
5 “Ta ni ó jọ̀wọ́ kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ oko lọ́wọ́? Tàbí ta ní ó tú ìdè kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ igbó,
Who has sent out the wild ass free? or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass?
6 èyí tí mo fi aginjù ṣe ilé fún, àti ilẹ̀ iyọ̀ ní ibùgbé rẹ̀.
Whose house I have made the wilderness, and the barren land his dwellings.
7 Ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí ariwo ìlú, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbọ́ igbe darandaran.
He scorns the multitude of the city, neither regards he the crying 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 searches after every green thing.
9 “Àgbáǹréré ha jẹ́ sìn ọ́ bí? Tàbí ó jẹ́ dúró ní ibùjẹ ẹran rẹ ní òru?
Will the unicorn be willing to serve you, or abide by your crib?
10 Ìwọ le fi òkun tata de àgbáǹréré nínú aporo? Tàbí ó jẹ́ máa fa ìtulẹ̀ nínú aporo oko tọ̀ ọ́ lẹ́yìn?
Can you bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after you?
11 Ìwọ ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e nítorí agbára rẹ̀ pọ̀? Ìwọ ó sì fi iṣẹ́ rẹ lé e lọ́wọ́?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? or will you leave your labor to him?
12 Ìwọ le gbẹ́kẹ̀lé pé, yóò mú èso oko rẹ̀ wá sílé, àti pé yóò sì kó ọ jọ sínú àká rẹ?
Will you believe him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather it into your barn?
13 “Ìwọ ni yóò ha fi ìyẹ́ dáradára fún ọ̀kín bí, tàbí ìyẹ́ àti ìhùhù bo ògòǹgò?
Gave you the goodly wings to the peacocks? or wings and feathers to the ostrich?
14 Ó yé ẹ̀yìn rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ lórí ilẹ̀, a sì mú wọn gbóná nínú ekuru;
Which leaves her eggs in the earth, and warms them in dust,
15 tí ó sì gbàgbé pé, ẹsẹ̀ lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́, tàbí pé ẹranko igbó lè tẹ̀ wọ́n fọ́.
And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break 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 labor is in vain without fear;
17 nítorí pé Ọlọ́run kò fún un ní ọgbọ́n, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kò sì fi ìpín òye fún un.
Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
18 Nígbà tí ó gbé ara sókè, ó gan ẹṣin àti ẹlẹ́ṣin.
What time she lifts up herself on high, she scorns 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?
Have you given the horse strength? have you clothed his neck with thunder?
20 Ìwọ le mú fò sókè bí ẹlẹ́ǹgà? Ògo èémí imú rẹ ní ẹ̀rù ńlá.
Can you make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
21 Ó fi ẹsẹ̀ halẹ̀ nínú àfonífojì, ó sì yọ̀ nínú agbára rẹ̀; ó lọ jáde láti pàdé àwọn ìhámọ́ra ogun.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: he goes on to meet the armed men.
22 Ó fi ojú kékeré wo ẹ̀rù, àyà kò sì fò ó; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì í sì í padà sẹ́yìn kúrò lọ́wọ́ idà.
He mocks at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turns he back from the sword.
23 Lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ni apó-ọfà ń mì pẹkẹpẹkẹ, àti ọ̀kọ̀ dídán àti àpáta.
The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
24 Ó fi kíkorò ojú àti ìbínú ńlá gbé ilé mi, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni òun kò sì gbà á gbọ́ pé, ìró ìpè ni.
He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believes he that it is 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.
He says among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smells 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?
Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
27 Idì ha máa fi àṣẹ rẹ̀ fò sókè, kí ó sì lọ tẹ́ ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ sí òkè gíga?
Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make her nest on high?
28 Ó ń gbé, ó sì ń wò ní orí àpáta, lórí pàlàpálá òkúta àti ibi orí òkè.
She dwells and stays on the rock, on the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
29 Láti ibẹ̀ lọ ni ó ti ń wá oúnjẹ kiri, ojú rẹ̀ sì ríran rí òkè réré.
From there she seeks the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
30 Àwọn ọmọ rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú a máa mu ẹ̀jẹ̀, níbi tí òkú bá gbé wà, níbẹ̀ ni òun wà pẹ̀lú.”
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
