Job 41
1 “Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ le è fi ìwọ̀ fa Lefitani jáde? Tàbí ìwọ lè fi okùn so ahọ́n rẹ̀ mọ́lẹ̀?
Is it possible for Leviathan to be pulled out with a fish-hook, or for a hook to be put through the bone of his mouth?
2 Ìwọ lè fi okùn bọ̀ ọ́ ní í mú, tàbí fi ìwọ̀ ẹ̀gún gun ní ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́?
Will you put a cord into his nose, or take him away with a cord round his tongue?
3 Òun ha jẹ́ bẹ ẹ̀bẹ̀ fún àánú lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ bí òun ha bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀ pẹ̀lẹ́?
Will he make prayers to you, or say soft words to you?
4 Òun ha bá ọ dá májẹ̀mú bí? Ìwọ ó ha máa mú ṣe ẹrú láéláé bí?
Will he make an agreement with you, so that you may take him as a servant for ever?
5 Ìwọ ha lè ba sáré bí ẹni pé ẹyẹ ni, tàbí ìwọ ó dè é fún àwọn ọmọbìnrin ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀?
Will you make sport with him, as with a bird? or put him in chains for your young women?
6 Ẹgbẹ́ àwọn apẹja yóò ha máa tà á bí? Wọn ó ha pín láàrín àwọn oníṣòwò?
Will the fishermen make profit out of him? will they have him cut up for the traders?
7 Ìwọ ha lè fi ọ̀kọ̀-irin gun awọ rẹ̀, tàbí orí rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ ìpẹja.
Will you put sharp-pointed irons into his skin, or fish-spears into his head?
8 Fi ọwọ́ rẹ lé e lára, ìwọ ó rántí ìjà náà, ìwọ kì yóò sì ṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́.
Only put your hand on him, and see what a fight you will have; you will not do it again!
9 Kíyèsi, ìgbìyànjú láti mú un ní asán; ní kìkì ìrí rẹ̀ ara kì yóò ha rọ̀ ọ́ wẹ̀sì?
Truly, the hope of his attacker is false; he is overcome even on seeing him!
10 Kò sí ẹni aláyà lílé tí ó lè ru sókè. Ǹjẹ́ ta ni ó lè dúró níwájú mi.
He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?
11 Ta ni ó kọ́kọ́ ṣe fún mi, tí èmi ìbá fi san án fún un? Ohunkóhun ti ń bẹ lábẹ́ ọ̀run gbogbo, tèmi ni.
Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!
12 “Èmi kì yóò fi ẹ̀yà ara Lefitani, tàbí ipá rẹ, tàbí ìhámọ́ra rẹ tí ó ní ẹwà pamọ́.
I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.
13 Ta ni yóò lè rídìí aṣọ àpáta rẹ̀? Tàbí ta ni ó lè súnmọ́ ọ̀nà méjì eyín rẹ̀?
Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?
14 Ta ni ó lè ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn iwájú rẹ̀? Àyíká ẹ̀yin rẹ ni ìbẹ̀rù ńlá.
Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.
15 Ìpẹ́ lílé ní ìgbéraga rẹ̀; ó pàdé pọ̀ tímọ́tímọ́ bí àmì èdìdì.
His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.
16 Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì tó bẹ́ẹ̀ tí afẹ́fẹ́ kò lè wọ àárín wọn.
One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.
17 Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì rẹ̀; wọ́n lè wọ́n pọ̀ tí a kò lè mọ̀ wọ́n.
They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.
18 Nípa sí sin rẹ̀ ìmọ́lẹ̀ á mọ́, ojú rẹ̀ a sì dàbí ìpéǹpéjú òwúrọ̀.
His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
19 Láti ẹnu rẹ ni ọ̀wọ́-iná ti jáde wá, ìpẹ́pẹ́ iná a sì ta jáde.
Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
20 Láti ihò imú rẹ ni èéfín ti jáde wá, bí ẹni pé láti inú ìkòkò tí a fẹ́ iná ìfèéfèé lábẹ́ rẹ̀.
Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
21 Èémí rẹ̀ tiná bọ ẹ̀yin iná, ọ̀wọ́-iná sì ti ẹnu rẹ̀ jáde.
His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22 Ní ọrùn rẹ̀ ní agbára kù sí, àti ìbànújẹ́ àyà sì padà di ayọ̀ níwájú rẹ̀.
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
23 Jabajaba ẹran rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀, wọ́n múra gírí fún ara wọn, a kò lè sí wọn ní ipò.
The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
24 Àyà rẹ̀ dúró gbagidi bí òkúta, àní, ó le bi ìyá ọlọ.
His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
25 Nígbà tí ó bá gbé ara rẹ̀ sókè, àwọn alágbára bẹ̀rù; nítorí ìbẹ̀rù ńlá, wọ́n dààmú.
When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
26 Ọ̀kọ̀ tàbí idà, tàbí ọfà, ẹni tí ó ṣá a kò lè rán an.
The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
27 Ó ká irin sí ibi koríko gbígbẹ àti idẹ si bi igi híhù.
Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
28 Ọfà kò lè mú un sá; òkúta kànnakánná lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀ dàbí àgékù koríko.
The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
29 Ó ka ẹṣin sí bí àgékù ìdì koríko; ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí mímì ọ̀kọ̀.
A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
30 Òkúta mímú ń bẹ nísàlẹ̀ abẹ́ rẹ̀, ó sì tẹ́ ohun mímú ṣóńṣó sórí ẹrẹ̀.
Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
31 Ó mú ibú omi hó bí ìkòkò; ó sọ̀ agbami òkun dàbí kólòbó ìkunra.
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
32 Ó mú ipa ọ̀nà tan lẹ́yìn rẹ̀; ènìyàn a máa ka ibú sí ewú arúgbó.
After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
33 Lórí ilẹ̀ ayé kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ̀, tí a dá láìní ìbẹ̀rù.
On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
34 Ó bojú wo ohun gíga gbogbo, ó sì nìkan jásí ọba lórí gbogbo àwọn ọmọ ìgbéraga.”
Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.
