Job 39
1 “Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
War miyaad taqaan markay ri'dibadeedda qarka joogta dhasho? Miyaadse arki kartaa markay deerooyinku dhalaan?
2 Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
Miyaad tirin kartaa bilaha sidkoodu ku buuxsamo? Miyaadse taqaan wakhtiga ay dhalaan?
3 They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor 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 out, and don’t return again.
Oo ubadkooda yaryaruna way kobcaan, oo waxay ku koraan berrin bannaan, Oo intay baxaan ayaanay mar dambe soo noqon.
5 “Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened 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 shouting of the driver.
Magaalada buuqeeda wuu quudhsadaa, Oo kexeeyaha qayladiisana ma maqlo.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture. 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 you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
Dibidibadeedku miyuu raalli ku noqon doonaa inuu kuu adeego? Miyuuse qabaalka xeradaada ku ag hoyan doonaa?
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
Dibidibadeedka miyaad xadhko ku xidhi kartaa si uu beerta u qodo? Miyuuse dooxooyinka kaa daba hagaajin?
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
Xooggiisa badan daraaddiis miyaad isugu hallaynaysaa? Hawshaadase ma isagaad u daynaysaa?
12 Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your 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 feathers 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 earth, warms them in the dust,
Waayo, iyadu ugaxdeeda waxay kaga tagtaa dhulka dushiisa, Oo ciidday ku diirisaa,
15 and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
Oo waxay illowdaa inay cagtu burburinayso, Iyo inuu dugaaggu ku tumanayo.
16 She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is 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, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
Maxaa yeelay, Ilaah baa iyada xigmad u diiday, Oo waxgarashona ma uu siin.
18 When 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 you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
War ma adigaa faraska xooggiisa siiyey? Surkiisase ma adigaa guudka ruxma huwiyey?
20 Have you 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 eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the shofar.
Isagu dhulkuu ku liqaa gariir iyo cadho, Oo buunka codkiisa hadduu maqlona ma istaago.
25 As often as the shofar sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ 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 your 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 your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
Baqalyaduse ma amarkaagay kor ugu duushaa? Oo ma saasay buulkeeda meelaha sarsare uga dhisataa?
28 On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on 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 he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
Oo iyadoo halkaas joogta ayay ugaadh ka fiirsataa, Oo indhaheeduna meel fog bay wax ka arkaan.
30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.
