Job 39
1 Do thou know the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or can thou mark when the hinds do calve?
War miyaad taqaan markay ri'dibadeedda qarka joogta dhasho? Miyaadse arki kartaa markay deerooyinku dhalaan?
2 Can thou number the months that they fulfill? Or do thou know the time when they bring forth?
Miyaad tirin kartaa bilaha sidkoodu ku buuxsamo? Miyaadse taqaan wakhtiga ay dhalaan?
3 They bow themselves. They bring forth their young. They cast out their pains.
Intay arruntaan ayay ubadkooda dhalaan, Oo fooshoodana way iska saaraan.
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and return not again.
Oo ubadkooda yaryaruna way kobcaan, oo waxay ku koraan berrin bannaan, Oo intay baxaan ayaanay mar dambe soo noqon.
5 Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey
Bal yaa dameerdibadeedka xoreeyey? Yaase dameerdibadeedka xadhkihiisii ka furay?
6 whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place?
Kaas gurigiisa waxaan ka dhigay cidlada, Oo rugtiisuna waa dalka cusbada.
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver.
Magaalada buuqeeda wuu quudhsadaa, Oo kexeeyaha qayladiisana ma maqlo.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
Xidhiidhka buurahu waa daaqiisa, Oo wuxuu raadiyaa wax kasta oo cagaar ah.
9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
Dibidibadeedku miyuu raalli ku noqon doonaa inuu kuu adeego? Miyuuse qabaalka xeradaada ku ag hoyan doonaa?
10 Can thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Dibidibadeedka miyaad xadhko ku xidhi kartaa si uu beerta u qodo? Miyuuse dooxooyinka kaa daba hagaajin?
11 Will thou trust him because his strength is great? Or will thou leave to him thy labor?
Xooggiisa badan daraaddiis miyaad isugu hallaynaysaa? Hawshaadase ma isagaad u daynaysaa?
12 Will thou confide in him that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?
Ma waxaad isaga ugu kalsoon tahay inuu midhahaaga guriga keeno, Oo uu kuu soo urursho hadhuudhka goobkaaga wax lagu tumo?
13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
Gorayada garabkeedu farxad buu la ruxmadaa, Laakiinse garbaheeda iyo baalasheedu ma wax bay u roon yihiin?
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and warms them in the dust.
Waayo, iyadu ugaxdeeda waxay kaga tagtaa dhulka dushiisa, Oo ciidday ku diirisaa,
15 And she forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.
Oo waxay illowdaa inay cagtu burburinayso, Iyo inuu dugaaggu ku tumanayo.
16 She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear,
Waxay ku adkaataa dhasheeda, sidii iyagoo aan kuweedii ahayn, Oo in kastoo ay waxtarla'aan u hawshooto haddana iyadu cabsi ma qabto,
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, nor has he imparted understanding to her.
Maxaa yeelay, Ilaah baa iyada xigmad u diiday, Oo waxgarashona ma uu siin.
18 The time she lifts up herself on high she scorns the horse and his rider.
Oo markay kor isu qaaddo inay carartona, Waxay quudhsataa faraska iyo kii fuushanba.
19 Have thou given the horse his might? Have thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
War ma adigaa faraska xooggiisa siiyey? Surkiisase ma adigaa guudka ruxma huwiyey?
20 Have thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
War ma adigaa ka dhigay inuu sida ayaxa u boodo? Haybadda bururufta sankiisu way cabsi badan tahay.
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
Dooxaduu qoobka ku garaacaa, oo xooggiisuu ku reyreeyaa, Oo intuu baxo ayuu ka hor tagaa ragga hubka sita.
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword.
Cabsida wuu ku qoslaa, oo ma uu baqo, Oo seeftana dib ugama noqdo.
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
Korkiisa waxaa ka sanqadha gabooye, Iyo waran birbirqaya iyo hoto.
24 He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage, nor does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet.
Isagu dhulkuu ku liqaa gariir iyo cadho, Oo buunka codkiisa hadduu maqlona ma istaago.
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Oo mar alla markii buunku dhawaaqo ayuu "Haw" yidhaahdaa, Oo meel fog ayuu dagaalka ka uriyaa, Wuxuuna maqlaa saraakiisha qayladooda onkodaysa iyo hugunka.
26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
Haadka adagu ma xigmaddaaduu kor ugu duulaa? Garbihiisase xagga koonfureed ma u fidiyaa?
27 Is it at thy command that the eagle mounts up, and makes her nest on high?
Baqalyaduse ma amarkaagay kor ugu duushaa? Oo ma saasay buulkeeda meelaha sarsare uga dhisataa?
28 She dwells on the cliff, and makes her home upon the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
Waxay ku hoyataa qarka dheer korkiisa, oo hoygeeduna halkaasuu ku yaal, Xagga qarka dheer dhaladiisa, iyo meesha adag dusheeda.
29 From there she spies out the prey. Her eyes behold it afar off.
Oo iyadoo halkaas joogta ayay ugaadh ka fiirsataa, Oo indhaheeduna meel fog bay wax ka arkaan.
30 Her young ones also suck up blood. And where the slain are, there is she.
Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.
