Stubb straightened it again and again, by a few rapid blows against the gunwale, then again and again sent it into the whale. 斯塔布就得一再把它放在艇舷边上迅速敲直后，再把它投向鲸身上。

　　"Pull up—pull up!" he now cried to the bowsman, as the waning whale relaxed in his wrath. "扳住——扳住！"这时他对那个前桨手叫道，因为那条精疲力竭的大鲸已经发不出脾气了。

　　"Pull up!—close to!" and the boat ranged along the fish's flank.  "扳住！——靠拢去！"于是，小艇靠拢在大鲸身边。

　　When reaching far over the bow, Stubb slowly churned his long sharp lance into the fish, and kept it there, carefully churning and churning,  等到小艇靠得很近，人站在艇首伸手碰得到大鲸的时候，斯塔布就慢吞吞地用他那支锋利的长枪在鲸身里翻拨一阵，仔细地一遍又一遍地翻拨，

　　as if cautiously seeking to feel after some gold watch that the whale might have swallowed,  仿佛要仔细地找找那条鲸也许已经吞下了什么金表，

　　and which he was fearful of breaking ere he could hook it out. 怕还没有把它找出来倒会先把它弄碎了那样。

　　But that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish. 不过，他要找的金表却是这条鲸那秘藏在心底里的生命。

　　And now it is struck; for, starting from his trance into that unspeakable thing called his "flurry,"  于是，这时，鱼枪又开始戳了；因为这条鲸已从它那昏迷状态中突然转成那种说不明白的、叫做"垂死挣扎"的状态了，

　　the monster horribly wallowed in his blood, overwrapped himself in impenetrable, mad, boiling spray,  它在血泊里可怖地尽打滚，把它自己蒙在那看不清楚，稀里胡涂，泡沫沸腾的浪花里，

　　so that the imperilled craft,  instantly dropping astern, had much ado blindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clear air of the day. 这只处境危险的小艇，只得立刻往后退，瞎忙一阵，想从那令人狂乱的幽暗的境界里挣扎出来，划到光天化日的晴空下去。

　　And now abating in his flurry, the whale once more rolled out into view!  现在，这条鲸的"垂死挣扎"逐渐衰弱了，又在慢慢地滚出来，

　　surging from side to side; spasmodically dilating and contracting his spout-hole, with sharp, cracking, agonized respirations.  身体翻来腾去，呼吸急剧，格格发响，煞是怕人。喷水孔抽挛地张张缩缩。