Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
Markaas dabadeed Ayuub intuu afkiisa furay ayuu habaaray maalintii uu dhashay.
2 And Job answered and said,
Oo Ayuub intuu hadal bilaabay ayuu yidhi:
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Dharaartii aan dhashay ha baabba'do Iyo habeenkii la yidhi, Wiil baa calool galay.
4 Let that day be darkness. Let not God from above seek for it, nor let the light shine upon it.
Maalintaasu gudcur ha ahaato; Oo Ilaah yuusan iyada xagga sare kaga fiirsan, Oo nuurkuna yuusan iftiimin.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let blackness come upon it.
Gudcur iyo hooska dhimashadu iyada mulki ha ka dhigteen. Daruuru ha ku degto, Oo wixii maalin madoobeeya oo dhammu ha cabsiiyeen.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Oo habeenkaasna gudcur weynu ha qabsado, Oo ayaamaha sannadda yuusan ka dhex rayrayn. Oo yuusan soo dhex gelin bilaha tiradooda.
7 Lo, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
Bal eeg, habeenkaasu cidla ha noqdo; Oo cod faraxsan yaanu ka dhex yeedhin.
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Oo isaga ha habaareen kuwa maalinta habaaraa, Oo kicin kara bahalka la yidhaahdo Lewiiyaataan.
9 Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it behold the eyelids of the morning.
Fiidka xiddigihiisu gudcur ha noqdeen, Iftiin ha doondoono oo yuusan helin; Oo innaba yuusan arkin kaaha waaberiga.
10 Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
Maxaa yeelay, isagu ma uu awdin irdihii maxalka hooyaday, Oo indhahaygana dhib kama uu qarin.
11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Bal maxaan u dhiman waayay markaan uurka ka soo baxay? Oo maxaa naftu iiga bixi weyday isla markaan caloosha ka soo baxay?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Bal jilbuhu maxay ii aqbaleen? Amase naasuhu inaan nuugo?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
Waayo, hadda xasilloonaan baan ku jiifi lahaa; Oo waan iska seexan lahaa, oo waan nasan lahaa,
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built waste places for themselves,
Aniga iyo boqorrada iyo lataliyayaasha dunida Oo nafsaddooda taallooyin u dhistay,
15 or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Iyo amiirradii dahabka lahaan jiray, Oo guryahooda lacagta ka buuxsaday;
16 Or I should have been as a hidden untimely birth, as infants that never saw light.
Bal dhicis qarsoon maxaan u ahaan waayay? Ama sida dhallaan aan innaba iftiinka arag?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
Halkaas kuwa sharka ahu cidna kuma sii dhibaan, Oo kuwa daallanuna halkaasay ku nastaan.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Maxaabiistuna halkaasay dhammaantood ku wada istareexaan, Mana ay maqlaan kii dulmi jiray codkiisa.
19 The small and the great are there. And the servant is free from his master.
Yar iyo weynba halkaasaa la wada joogaa, Oo addoonkuna sayidkiisa waa ka xor.
20 Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,
Bal iftiin maxaa loo siiyaa kan dhibaataysan? Maxaase loo nooleeyaa kan naftiisu la qadhaadhaatay,
21 who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,
Oo dhimasho u xiisooda, oo ayan u imanayn, Oo daraaddeed dhulka u qodqoda intuu khasnado qarsoon qodi lahaa in ka sii badan,
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?
Kuwaasoo aad u reyreeya, Oo farxa hadday qabriga heli karaan?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
Bal maxaa iftiin loo siiyaa nin jidkiisu qarsoon yahay, Oo Ilaah deyr ku wareejiyey?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
Waayo, intaanan wax cunin ayaan taahaa, Oo cabaadkayguna wuxuu u shubmaa sida biyo oo kale.
25 For the thing which I fear comes upon me, and that which I am afraid of comes to me.
Waayo, hadba wixii aan ka cabsado ayaa igu soo dega, Oo wixii aan ka baqo ayaa ii yimaada.
26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, neither have I rest, but trouble comes.
Ma aan istareexsani, mana aan xasillooni, mana aan nasto; Laakiinse hadba dhibaato baa ii timaada.
