Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Naftaydu noloshadayday la daallan tahay, Oo joojinla'aan waan ku sii caban doonaa, Oo qadhaadhka naftayda waan ku hadli doonaa.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
Waxaan Ilaah ku odhan doonaa, Ha i xukumine. Bal waxaad i tustaa waxa aad aawadood iila diriraysid.
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Bal miyey kuu wanaagsan tahay inaad cidhiidhisid Oo aad quudhsatid shuqulkii gacantaada, Oo haddana aad iftiimisid kuwa sharka ah taladooda?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Ma waxaad leedahay indho binu-aadmi, Mase sida dadkaad wax u aragtaa?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
Wakhtigaagu ma sida wakhtiga dadkoo kalaa? Cimrigaaguse ma sida cimriga dadkoo kalaa?
6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
Oo bal ma sidaas daraaddeed baad xumaantayda u daba joogtaa, Oo aad dembigayga u baadhaysaa,
7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
In kastoo aad ogtahay inaanan sharrow ahayn, Oo uusan jirin mid gacantaada iga samatabbixinaya?
8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
Gacmahaaga ayaa i qabanqaabiyey oo i dhisay dhammaantay, Laakiin haddana intaad igu soo jeesato ayaad i duminaysaa.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
Bal xusuuso waan ku baryayaaye inaad ii dhoobtay sidii wax dhoobo laga sameeyey, Haddaba ma boodhkaad dib iigu celinaysaa?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
War sow sidii caano iima aadan daadin, Oo sidii gadhoodh oo kale sow iigama aadan dhigin?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
Waxaad i huwisay harag iyo hilib, Oo waxaad dhammaantay igu dhistay lafo iyo seedo.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
Waxaad i siisay nolol iyo raallinimo, Oo booqashadaadiina waxay xannaanaysay ruuxayga.
13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Laakiin waxyaalahaas qalbigaaga waad ku qarisay; Oo waan ogahay in taasu ay kugu jirto.
14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
Haddaan dembaabo waad iska kay fiirsataa, Oo ma aad caddaysid inaan dembi la'ahay.
15 If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; —
Haddaan sharrow ahay, anaa iska hoogay, Oo haddaan xaq ahayna, innaba madaxayga kor u qaadi maayo Anigoo ceeb ka buuxa Oo dhibaatadayda fiirinaya.
16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
Oo haddii madaxaygu kor isu qaadona, waxaad ii ugaadhsataa sida libaax oo kale, Oo haddana wax laga yaabo ayaad igu samaysaa.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
Waxaad ii keensataa markhaatiyaal cusub, Oo dhirifkaagana waad igu sii kordhisaa, Oo hadba waxaad igu soo daysaa col iyo belaayo isu kay bedbeddela.
18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
Bal maxaad iiga soo bixisay uurkii hooyaday? Waxaa wanaagsanaan lahayd in naftu iga baxdo iyadoo aan iluna i arag!
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Waxaa igu habboonaan lahayd inaan ahaado sidii wax aan jirin, Oo waxaa ii roonaan lahayd in qabriga la ii qaado isla markii aan uurka hooyaday ka soo baxay.
20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
War cimriga noloshaydu sow wax yar ma aha? Haddaba iska kay daa Oo i dhaaf, aan in yar nastee,
21 Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Intaanan tegin meesha aanan ka soo noqonayn, Oo ah dalka gudcur iyo hooska dhimashada,
22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
Kaasoo ah gudcur qaro weyn oo ah sida mugdi dam ah, Dalkaas oo ah hooska dhimashada, oo aan innaba nidaam lahayn, Halkaas oo iftiinku yahay sida mugdi oo kale.
