Jó 39 - Bíblia Online

Sabes, porventura, o tempo do parto das cabras monteses? Ou podes observar quando parem as corças? 
Podes contar os meses que cumprem? Ou sabes o tempo do seu parto? 
Encurvam-se, dão à luz as suas crias, Lançam de si as suas dores. 
Seus filhos são robustos, crescem no campo; Saem e não tornam a voltar. 
Quem enviou livre o asno montês? Ou quem soltou as prisões ao onagro, 
Ao qual dei por casa o deserto, E por morada a terra salgada? 
Ele despreza o tumulto da cidade, E não ouve os gritos do guia. 
O circuito das montanhas é o seu pasto, E anda buscando tudo o que está verde. 
Acaso quererá o boi bravio servir-te? Ou ficará ele junto da tua manjedoura? 
Porventura podes prendê-lo ao arado com cordas? Ou estorroará ele os vales após ti? 
Confiarás nele, por ser grande a sua força? Ou deixarás a seu cargo o teu trabalho? 
Fiarás dele que colha o que semeaste, E ajunte o trigo da tua eira? 
As asas do avestruz se movem de regozijo; Porém são benignas as suas asas e penas? 
Pois ela deixa os seus ovos na terra, Os aquenta no pó, 
E se esquece de que o pé os pode pisar, Ou de que a fera os pode calcar. 
Endurece-se contra seus filhos, como se não fossem seus: Embora se perca o seu trabalho, ela não receia, 
Porque Deus lhe negou sabedoria, E não lhe deu entendimento. 
Quando ela se levanta para fuga, Zomba do cavalo e do cavaleiro. 
Acaso deste ao cavalo a sua força? Ou vestiste o seu pescoço com crinas flutuantes? 
Fizeste-o pular como o gafanhoto? Terrível é o fogoso respirar das suas ventas. 
Escarva no vale e regozija-se na sua força: Sai ao encontro dos armados. 
Zomba do medo, e não se espanta; E não se desvia da espada. 
Sobre ele rangem a aljava, A lança cintilante e o dardo. 
De fúria e ira devora a terra, E não se contém ao som da trombeta. 
Toda a vez que soa a trombeta, diz: Eia! Cheira de longe a batalha, O trovão dos capitães e os gritos. 
Acaso se eleva o falcão pela tua sabedoria, E estende as suas asas para o sul? 
Porventura se remonta a águia ao teu mandado, E põe no alto o seu ninho? 
No penhasco mora, e ali tem a sua pousada, Sobre o cume do penhasco, e sobre o lugar seguro. 
Dali espia a presa, Os seus olhos a avistam de longe. 
Seus filhos chupam sangue: Onde há mortos, ali está ela. 

\38:39\Do you go after food for the she-lion, or get meat so that the young lions may have enough, 
\38:40\When they are stretched out in their holes, and are waiting in the brushwood? 
\38:41\Who gives in the evening the meat he is searching for, when his young ones are crying to God; when the young lions with loud noise go wandering after their food? 
\39:1\Have you knowledge of the rock-goats? or do you see the roes giving birth to their young? 
\39:2\Is the number of their months fixed by you? or is the time when they give birth ordered by you? 
\39:3\They are bent down, they give birth to their young, they let loose the fruit of their body. 
\39:4\Their young ones are strong, living in the open country; they go out and do not come back again. 
\39:5\Who has let the ass of the fields go free? or made loose the bands of the loud-voiced beast? 
\39:6\To whom I have given the waste land for a heritage, and the salt land as a living-place. 
\39:7\He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears; 
\39:8\He goes looking for his grass-lands in the mountains, searching out every green thing. 
\39:9\Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store? 
\39:10\Will he be pulling your plough with cords, turning up the valleys after you? 
\39:11\Will you put your faith in him, because his strength is great? will you give the fruit of your work into his care? 
\39:12\Will you be looking for him to come back, and get in your seed to the crushing-floor? 
\39:13\Is the wing of the ostrich feeble, or is it because she has no feathers, 
\39:14\That she puts her eggs on the earth, warming them in the dust, 
\39:15\Without a thought that they may be crushed by the foot, and broken by the beasts of the field? 
\39:16\She is cruel to her young ones, as if they were not hers; her work is to no purpose; she has no fear. 
\39:17\For God has taken wisdom from her mind, and given her no measure of knowledge. 
\39:18\When she is shaking her wings on high, she makes sport of the horse and of him who is seated on him. 
\39:19\Do you give strength to the horse? is it by your hand that his neck is clothed with power? 
\39:20\Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath? 
\39:21\He is stamping with joy in the valley; he makes sport of fear. 
\39:22\In his strength he goes out against the arms of war, turning not away from the sword. 
\39:23\The bow is sounding against him; he sees the shining point of spear and arrow. 
\39:24\Shaking with passion, he is biting the earth; he is not able to keep quiet at the sound of the horn; 
\39:25\When it comes to his ears he says, Aha! He is smelling the fight from far off, and hearing the thunder of the captains, and the war-cries. 
\39:26\Is it through your knowledge that the hawk takes his flight, stretching out his wings to the south? 
\39:27\Or is it by your orders that the eagle goes up, and makes his resting-place on high? 
\39:28\On the rock is his house, and on the mountain-top his strong place. 
\39:29\From there he is watching for food; his eye sees it far off. 
\39:30\His young have blood for their drink, and where the dead bodies are, there is he to be seen. 
\40:1\... 
\40:2\Will he who is protesting give teaching to the Ruler of all? Let him who has arguments to put forward against God give an answer. 
\40:3\And Job said in answer to the Lord, 
\40:4\Truly, I am of no value; what answer may I give to you? I will put my hand on my mouth. 
\40:5\I have said once, and even twice, what was in my mind, but I will not do so again. 

Jó 40

Sabes, porventura, o tempo do parto das cabras monteses? Ou podes observar quando parem as corças? 
Podes contar os meses que cumprem? Ou sabes o tempo do seu parto? 
Encurvam-se, dão à luz as suas crias, Lançam de si as suas dores. 
Seus filhos são robustos, crescem no campo; Saem e não tornam a voltar. 
Quem enviou livre o asno montês? Ou quem soltou as prisões ao onagro, 
Ao qual dei por casa o deserto, E por morada a terra salgada? 
Ele despreza o tumulto da cidade, E não ouve os gritos do guia. 
O circuito das montanhas é o seu pasto, E anda buscando tudo o que está verde. 
Acaso quererá o boi bravio servir-te? Ou ficará ele junto da tua manjedoura? 
Porventura podes prendê-lo ao arado com cordas? Ou estorroará ele os vales após ti? 
Confiarás nele, por ser grande a sua força? Ou deixarás a seu cargo o teu trabalho? 
Fiarás dele que colha o que semeaste, E ajunte o trigo da tua eira? 
As asas do avestruz se movem de regozijo; Porém são benignas as suas asas e penas? 
Pois ela deixa os seus ovos na terra, Os aquenta no pó, 
E se esquece de que o pé os pode pisar, Ou de que a fera os pode calcar. 
Endurece-se contra seus filhos, como se não fossem seus: Embora se perca o seu trabalho, ela não receia, 
Porque Deus lhe negou sabedoria, E não lhe deu entendimento. 
Quando ela se levanta para fuga, Zomba do cavalo e do cavaleiro. 
Acaso deste ao cavalo a sua força? Ou vestiste o seu pescoço com crinas flutuantes? 
Fizeste-o pular como o gafanhoto? Terrível é o fogoso respirar das suas ventas. 
Escarva no vale e regozija-se na sua força: Sai ao encontro dos armados. 
Zomba do medo, e não se espanta; E não se desvia da espada. 
Sobre ele rangem a aljava, A lança cintilante e o dardo. 
De fúria e ira devora a terra, E não se contém ao som da trombeta. 
Toda a vez que soa a trombeta, diz: Eia! Cheira de longe a batalha, O trovão dos capitães e os gritos. 
Acaso se eleva o falcão pela tua sabedoria, E estende as suas asas para o sul? 
Porventura se remonta a águia ao teu mandado, E põe no alto o seu ninho? 
No penhasco mora, e ali tem a sua pousada, Sobre o cume do penhasco, e sobre o lugar seguro. 
Dali espia a presa, Os seus olhos a avistam de longe. 
Seus filhos chupam sangue: Onde há mortos, ali está ela. 

\38:39\Do you go after food for the she-lion, or get meat so that the young lions may have enough, 
\38:40\When they are stretched out in their holes, and are waiting in the brushwood? 
\38:41\Who gives in the evening the meat he is searching for, when his young ones are crying to God; when the young lions with loud noise go wandering after their food? 
\39:1\Have you knowledge of the rock-goats? or do you see the roes giving birth to their young? 
\39:2\Is the number of their months fixed by you? or is the time when they give birth ordered by you? 
\39:3\They are bent down, they give birth to their young, they let loose the fruit of their body. 
\39:4\Their young ones are strong, living in the open country; they go out and do not come back again. 
\39:5\Who has let the ass of the fields go free? or made loose the bands of the loud-voiced beast? 
\39:6\To whom I have given the waste land for a heritage, and the salt land as a living-place. 
\39:7\He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears; 
\39:8\He goes looking for his grass-lands in the mountains, searching out every green thing. 
\39:9\Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store? 
\39:10\Will he be pulling your plough with cords, turning up the valleys after you? 
\39:11\Will you put your faith in him, because his strength is great? will you give the fruit of your work into his care? 
\39:12\Will you be looking for him to come back, and get in your seed to the crushing-floor? 
\39:13\Is the wing of the ostrich feeble, or is it because she has no feathers, 
\39:14\That she puts her eggs on the earth, warming them in the dust, 
\39:15\Without a thought that they may be crushed by the foot, and broken by the beasts of the field? 
\39:16\She is cruel to her young ones, as if they were not hers; her work is to no purpose; she has no fear. 
\39:17\For God has taken wisdom from her mind, and given her no measure of knowledge. 
\39:18\When she is shaking her wings on high, she makes sport of the horse and of him who is seated on him. 
\39:19\Do you give strength to the horse? is it by your hand that his neck is clothed with power? 
\39:20\Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath? 
\39:21\He is stamping with joy in the valley; he makes sport of fear. 
\39:22\In his strength he goes out against the arms of war, turning not away from the sword. 
\39:23\The bow is sounding against him; he sees the shining point of spear and arrow. 
\39:24\Shaking with passion, he is biting the earth; he is not able to keep quiet at the sound of the horn; 
\39:25\When it comes to his ears he says, Aha! He is smelling the fight from far off, and hearing the thunder of the captains, and the war-cries. 
\39:26\Is it through your knowledge that the hawk takes his flight, stretching out his wings to the south? 
\39:27\Or is it by your orders that the eagle goes up, and makes his resting-place on high? 
\39:28\On the rock is his house, and on the mountain-top his strong place. 
\39:29\From there he is watching for food; his eye sees it far off. 
\39:30\His young have blood for their drink, and where the dead bodies are, there is he to be seen. 
\40:1\... 
\40:2\Will he who is protesting give teaching to the Ruler of all? Let him who has arguments to put forward against God give an answer. 
\40:3\And Job said in answer to the Lord, 
\40:4\Truly, I am of no value; what answer may I give to you? I will put my hand on my mouth. 
\40:5\I have said once, and even twice, what was in my mind, but I will not do so again. 

Jó 40