Job 41
1 “Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ le è fi ìwọ̀ fa Lefitani jáde? Tàbí ìwọ lè fi okùn so ahọ́n rẹ̀ mọ́lẹ̀?
Canst thou draw forth the crocodile with a hook, Or press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Ìwọ lè fi okùn bọ̀ ọ́ ní í mú, tàbí fi ìwọ̀ ẹ̀gún gun ní ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́?
Canst thou put a rope into his nose, Or pierce his cheek with a hook?
3 Òun ha jẹ́ bẹ ẹ̀bẹ̀ fún àánú lọ́dọ̀ rẹ ní ọ̀pọ̀lọpọ̀ bí òun ha bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀ pẹ̀lẹ́?
Will he make many entreaties to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee?
4 Òun ha bá ọ dá májẹ̀mú bí? Ìwọ ó ha máa mú ṣe ẹrú láéláé bí?
Will he make a covenant with thee? Canst thou take him for 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?
Canst thou play with him, as with a bird? Or canst thou bind him for thy maidens?
6 Ẹgbẹ́ àwọn apẹja yóò ha máa tà á bí? Wọn ó ha pín láàrín àwọn oníṣòwò?
Do men in company lay snares for him? Do they divide him among the merchants?
7 Ìwọ ha lè fi ọ̀kọ̀-irin gun awọ rẹ̀, tàbí orí rẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ ìpẹja.
Canst thou fill his skirt with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
8 Fi ọwọ́ rẹ lé e lára, ìwọ ó rántí ìjà náà, ìwọ kì yóò sì ṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ mọ́.
Do but lay thy hand upon him, —Thou wilt no more think of battle!
9 Kíyèsi, ìgbìyànjú láti mú un ní asán; ní kìkì ìrí rẹ̀ ara kì yóò ha rọ̀ ọ́ wẹ̀sì?
Behold, his hope is vain! Is he not cast down at the very sight of him?
10 Kò sí ẹni aláyà lílé tí ó lè ru sókè. Ǹjẹ́ ta ni ó lè dúró níwájú mi.
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand 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 hath done me a favor, that I must repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12 “Èmi kì yóò fi ẹ̀yà ara Lefitani, tàbí ipá rẹ, tàbí ìhámọ́ra rẹ tí ó ní ẹwà pamọ́.
I will not be silent concerning his limbs, And his strength, and the beauty of his armor.
13 Ta ni yóò lè rídìí aṣọ àpáta rẹ̀? Tàbí ta ni ó lè súnmọ́ ọ̀nà méjì eyín rẹ̀?
Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who will approach his jaws?
14 Ta ni ó lè ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn iwájú rẹ̀? Àyíká ẹ̀yin rẹ ni ìbẹ̀rù ńlá.
Who will open the doors of his face? The rows of his teeth are terrible!
15 Ìpẹ́ lílé ní ìgbéraga rẹ̀; ó pàdé pọ̀ tímọ́tímọ́ bí àmì èdìdì.
His glory is his strong shields, United with each other, as with a close seal.
16 Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì tó bẹ́ẹ̀ tí afẹ́fẹ́ kò lè wọ àárín wọn.
They are joined one to another, So that no air can come between them.
17 Èkínní fi ara mọ́ èkejì rẹ̀; wọ́n lè wọ́n pọ̀ tí a kò lè mọ̀ wọ́n.
They cleave fast to each other, They hold together, and cannot be separated.
18 Nípa sí sin rẹ̀ ìmọ́lẹ̀ á mọ́, ojú rẹ̀ a sì dàbí ìpéǹpéjú òwúrọ̀.
His sneezing sendeth forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning.
19 Láti ẹnu rẹ ni ọ̀wọ́-iná ti jáde wá, ìpẹ́pẹ́ iná a sì ta jáde.
Out of his mouth go flames, And sparks of fire leap forth.
20 Láti ihò imú rẹ ni èéfín ti jáde wá, bí ẹni pé láti inú ìkòkò tí a fẹ́ iná ìfèéfèé lábẹ́ rẹ̀.
From his nostrils issueth smoke, as from a heated pot, or caldron.
21 Èémí rẹ̀ tiná bọ ẹ̀yin iná, ọ̀wọ́-iná sì ti ẹnu rẹ̀ jáde.
His breath kindleth coals, And flames issue from his mouth.
22 Ní ọrùn rẹ̀ ní agbára kù sí, àti ìbànújẹ́ àyà sì padà di ayọ̀ níwájú rẹ̀.
In his neck dwelleth strength, And terror danceth before him.
23 Jabajaba ẹran rẹ̀ dìjọ pọ̀, wọ́n múra gírí fún ara wọn, a kò lè sí wọn ní ipò.
The flakes of his flesh cleave fast together; They are firm upon him, and cannot be moved.
24 Àyà rẹ̀ dúró gbagidi bí òkúta, àní, ó le bi ìyá ọlọ.
His heart is solid like a stone; Yea, solid like the nether millstone.
25 Nígbà tí ó bá gbé ara rẹ̀ sókè, àwọn alágbára bẹ̀rù; nítorí ìbẹ̀rù ńlá, wọ́n dààmú.
When he riseth up, the mighty are afraid; Yea, they lose themselves for terror.
26 Ọ̀kọ̀ tàbí idà, tàbí ọfà, ẹni tí ó ṣá a kò lè rán an.
The sword of him that assaileth him doth not stand, The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27 Ó ká irin sí ibi koríko gbígbẹ àti idẹ si bi igi híhù.
He regardeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
28 Ọfà kò lè mú un sá; òkúta kànnakánná lọ́dọ̀ rẹ̀ dàbí àgékù koríko.
The arrow cannot make him flee; Sling-stones to him become stubble;
29 Ó ka ẹṣin sí bí àgékù ìdì koríko; ó rẹ́rìn-ín sí mímì ọ̀kọ̀.
Clubs are accounted by him as straw; He laugheth at the shaking of the spear.
30 Òkúta mímú ń bẹ nísàlẹ̀ abẹ́ rẹ̀, ó sì tẹ́ ohun mímú ṣóńṣó sórí ẹrẹ̀.
Under him are sharp potsherds; He spreadeth out a thrashing-sledge upon the mire.
31 Ó mú ibú omi hó bí ìkòkò; ó sọ̀ agbami òkun dàbí kólòbó ìkunra.
He maketh the deep to boil like a caldron; He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 Ó mú ipa ọ̀nà tan lẹ́yìn rẹ̀; ènìyàn a máa ka ibú sí ewú arúgbó.
Behind him he leaveth a shining path; One would think the deep to be hoary.
33 Lórí ilẹ̀ ayé kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ̀, tí a dá láìní ìbẹ̀rù.
Upon the earth there is not his master; He is made without fear.
34 Ó bojú wo ohun gíga gbogbo, ó sì nìkan jásí ọba lórí gbogbo àwọn ọmọ ìgbéraga.”
He looketh down upon all that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.
