Job 41
1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
“ʻOku ke faʻa fusi hake ʻae levaiatani ʻaki ʻae mātaʻu? Pe ko hono ʻelelo ʻaki ʻae afo ʻoku ke tukutuku hifo?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
ʻOku ke faʻa ʻai ʻae mātaʻu ki hono ihu? Pe vili ke ʻasi hono kouʻahe ʻaki ʻae talaʻi ʻakau?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Te ne fai ʻene ngaahi hū tāumaʻu kiate koe? Te ne lea ʻaki ʻae ngaahi lea malu kiate koe?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Te ne fai ʻae fuakava mo koe? Te ke maʻu ia ko hoʻo tamaioʻeiki ʻo taʻengata?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Te ke fakavā mo ia ʻo hangē ko e manupuna? Pe te ke noʻotaki ia maʻa hoʻo kau taʻahine?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
ʻE fai kātoanga ʻaki ia ʻe ho kaumeʻa? Te nau vahevahe ia ki he kakai fakatau?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
ʻOku ke faʻa fakapito hono kili ʻi he tao ukamea talatala? Pe ko hono ʻulu ʻi he tao hoka ika?
8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Hilifaki ho nima kiate ia, manatu ki he tau, pea ʻoua naʻa toe fai hā meʻa.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Vakai, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ke ʻamanaki kiate ia: ʻikai ʻe tō ki lalo ha tokotaha ʻi he mamata pe kiate ia?
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
ʻOku ʻikai ha tokotaha ʻoku loto lahi ʻe fie ueʻi ia ke tuʻu hake: pea ka kuo pehē, ko hai koā ʻe faʻa tuʻu ʻi hoku ʻao?
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Ko hai kuo ne tomuʻa fai kiate au koeʻuhi ke u totongi ia? Ko e meʻa kotoa pē ʻoku ʻi lalo langi ʻoku ʻaʻaku ia.
12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
“ʻE ʻikai te u fakapuli hono ngaahi konga, pe ko hono mālohi, pe ko hono matamatalelei.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
Ko hai te ne faʻa ʻilo ʻae mata ʻo hono kofu? Pe ko hai ʻe faʻa haʻu kiate ia mo e palaiteli lou ua?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Ko hai te ne faʻa toʻo ʻae matapā ʻo hono mata? ʻOku fakailifia hono ngaahi nifo ʻoku takatakai.
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
ʻOku viki ia ʻi hono ngaahi ʻuno, ʻaia ʻoku tāpuni fakataha ʻo hangē ko e meʻa pulusi maʻu.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
ʻOku fengūtaki pehē ʻae taha ki he taha, ʻaia ʻoku ʻikai faʻa hū ai ʻae matangi ʻi hona vahaʻa.
17 They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they cannot be pulled apart.
ʻOku nau fehokotaki, ʻo fepikitaki fakataha, pea ʻe ʻikai faʻa vaheʻi.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
ʻI heʻene mafatua ʻoku ulo ai ʻae maama, pea ʻoku tatau hono mata mo e laumata ʻoe pongipongi.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
ʻOku ʻalu atu mei hono ngutu ʻae ngaahi maama ulo, ʻoku puna mei ai kituʻa ʻae ngaahi kalofiama.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
ʻOku ʻalu atu ʻi hono avaʻi ihu ʻae ʻohuafi, ʻo hangē ko e kulo vai kuo lili, pe ko e fuʻu kulo.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
ʻOku tutu ʻe heʻene mānava ʻae malala, pea ʻoku ulo mai ʻae afi mei hono ngutu.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
ʻOku nofo ʻae mālohi ʻi hono kia, pea ʻoku liliu ʻae mamahi ko e fiefia ʻi hono ʻao.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They cannot be moved.
Ko hono ngaahi ʻioʻi kakano ʻoku piki fakataha: ʻoku mālohi ia ʻi ai; ʻoku ʻikai faʻa ueʻi.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
ʻOku mālohi hono loto ʻo hangē ko e maka; ʻio, ʻoku fefeka ʻo hangē ko e konga ʻoe maka tokalalo ʻoe meʻa momosi.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
ʻOka fokotuʻu hake ia ki ʻolunga, ʻoku manavahē ʻae kau mālohi: ko e meʻa ʻi he faʻa maumau ʻoku nau fakamaʻa ʻakinautolu.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it cannot prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Ko e heletā ʻo ia ʻoku ne tā kiate ia ʻoku ʻikai tau; pe ko e tao, pe ko e tokotoko, mo e kofutau.
27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
ʻOku tatau kiate ia ʻae ʻaione mo e mohuku, ʻae palasa mo e ʻakau popo.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
ʻE ʻikai hola ia ʻi he ngahau: ʻoku ne liliu ʻae ngaahi makatā ko e veve.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
ʻOku ne ui ʻae ngaahi ngahau ko e mohuku mōmoa: ʻoku kata ia ʻi he apoapo ʻoe tao.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
ʻOku ʻi lalo ʻiate ia ʻae ngaahi maka māsila: ʻoku ne folahi ki he pelepela ʻae ngaahi meʻa māsila.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
ʻOku ne fakalili ʻae loloto ʻo hangē ko e kulo: ʻoku ne ngaohi ke tatau ʻae tahi mo e ipu ʻoe meʻa tākai.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
ʻOku ne fakangingila ʻae hala kimui ʻiate ia; ʻe mahalo ʻe ha taha ʻoku hinehina ʻae loloto.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
ʻOku ʻikai hano tatau ʻi he fonua, ʻaia kuo ngaohi ke taʻemanavahē.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
ʻOku ne vakai ki he ngaahi meʻa māʻolunga kotoa pē: ko e tuʻi ia ki he ngaahi fānau kotoa pē ʻoe laukau.”
