Job 30
1 But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Laakiinse haatan waxaa igu majaajilooda kuwa iga da' yar Oo aan aabbayaashood quudhsan jiray inay xataa la fadhiistaan eeyaha adhigayga.
2 Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Nimanka xooggoodu dhammaaday Itaalka gacmahoodu muxuu ii tarayaa?
3 They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Waxay la weydoobeen baahi iyo abaar, Oo waxay u cararaan dhul engegan, kaasoo ah lamadegaan gudcur iyo cidlo ah.
4 They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
Waxay gurtaan geed cusbeed oo kaynta ku yaal, Oo cuntadooduna waxa weeye geed rotem la yidhaahdo xididdadiisa.
5 They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
Iyaga dadka waa laga dhex eryaa, Oo waxaa looga daba qayliyaa sida tuug looga daba qayliyo oo kale.
6 so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Waa inay ku hoydaan haadaamaha dooxooyinka, Iyo boholaha dhulka iyo dhagaxyada dhexdooda.
7 Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
Waxay ka qayliyaan kaynta dhexdeeda, Oo waxay dhammaantood ku soo ururaan maraboob hoosteed.
8 They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
Iyagu waa nacasyo iyo ceebaalowyo carruurtood, Oo dhulka waxaa lagaga saaray karbaash.
9 And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
Oo haatan gabay cay ah baan u noqday, Oo halqabsi baan u ahay.
10 They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
Way i karahsadaan, oo meel fog bay iga istaagaan, Oo inay candhuufo wejiga iiga tufaanna iskama ay qabtaan.
11 For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
Ilaah baa xadhiggaygii debciyey, wuuna i dhibay, Oo taas aawadeed iyagu hortayda iskuma celiyaan.
12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Xagga midigtayda waxaa ka kaca ciyaalasuuq, Oo cagtaydana way iska riixaan, Oo waxay igu hor tuuraan jidadkoodii halligaadda.
13 They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
Jidadkayga way halleeyaan, Oo waxay soo deddejiyaan masiibadayda; Oo mid caawiyaana ma jiro.
14 As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
Jabniin ballaadhan ayay ka soo dusaan, Oo burburka dhexdiisa ayay igaga soo dhacaan.
15 Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
Waxaa igu soo jeesta cabsi weyn, Oo sharaftayda waxaa loo kaxeeyaa sida dabayshu wax u kaxayso oo kale. Barwaaqadaydiina waxay u dhammaatay sidii daruur oo kale.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
Haddaba naftaydaa igu dhex daadatay, Oo waxaan la kulmay wakhti dhibaato badan.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Habeenkii lafahaygaa i muda, Oo xanuunka i cunayaana ima daayo innaba.
18 By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Xoogga weyn oo cudurkayga daraaddiis ayaa dharkaygii ku xumaaday, Oo wuxuu iigu cidhiidhisan yahay sidii jubbaddayda qoorteeda.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Isagu wuxuu igu tuuray dhoobada dhexdeeda, Oo waxaan noqday sidii boodh iyo dambas oo kale.
20 I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
Anigu waan kuu qayshadaa, adiguse iima aad jawaabtid, Waan ku soo hor istaagaa, adiguse ima aad aragtid.
21 Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
Calooladeeg baad igula soo jeesatay, Oo gacantaada itaalkeeda ayaad igu silcisaa.
22 Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
Kor baad iigu qaaddaa dabaysha, Oo waxaad i fuushisaa dusheeda, Oo haddana waxaad igu baabbi'isaa duufaanka.
23 For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Waayo, waan ogahay inaad ii kaxaynaysid dhimasho, Iyo guriga inta nool oo dhammu ku wada kulmayaan.
24 However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Laakiinse ninkii hoos u dhacaya sow gacantiisa sooma fidiyo? Markuu halligmayose sow ma qayshado?
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
Oo ninka dhibaataysan anigu sow uma ooyi jirin? Naftayduse sow masaakiinta uma murugoon jirin?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
Laakiinse markaan wanaagga filanayo waxaa ii iman jiray xumaanta, Oo markaan nuurka sugana waxaa ii iman jiray gudcurka.
27 My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
Qalbigaygu welwel buu la kacsan yahay, mana nasto, Oo waxaan la kulmay wakhti dhibaato badan.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Anigoo barooranaya ayaan qorraxda la'aanteed socdaa, Waxaan ka dhex istaagaa shirka, oo caawimaad waan u qayshadaa.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Waxaan noqday walaalka dawacooyinka, Iyo saaxiibka gorayada.
30 My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
Dubkaygu intuu gubto ayuu iska diirmaa, Oo lafahayguna kulayl bay ku gubtaan.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Sidaas daraaddeed kataaradaydii waxay u rogmatay baroorasho, Oo biibiilahaygiina wuxuu u rogmaday kuwa ooya codkooda.
