Ayuub 39
1 War miyaad taqaan markay ri'dibadeedda qarka joogta dhasho? Miyaadse arki kartaa markay deerooyinku dhalaan?
“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
2 Miyaad tirin kartaa bilaha sidkoodu ku buuxsamo? Miyaadse taqaan wakhtiga ay dhalaan?
Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
3 Intay arruntaan ayay ubadkooda dhalaan, Oo fooshoodana way iska saaraan.
They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.
4 Oo ubadkooda yaryaruna way kobcaan, oo waxay ku koraan berrin bannaan, Oo intay baxaan ayaanay mar dambe soo noqon.
Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and do not return again.
5 Bal yaa dameerdibadeedka xoreeyey? Yaase dameerdibadeedka xadhkihiisii ka furay?
“Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
6 Kaas gurigiisa waxaan ka dhigay cidlada, Oo rugtiisuna waa dalka cusbada.
whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
7 Magaalada buuqeeda wuu quudhsadaa, Oo kexeeyaha qayladiisana ma maqlo.
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
8 Xidhiidhka buurahu waa daaqiisa, Oo wuxuu raadiyaa wax kasta oo cagaar ah.
The range of the mountains is his pasture. He searches after every green thing.
9 Dibidibadeedku miyuu raalli ku noqon doonaa inuu kuu adeego? Miyuuse qabaalka xeradaada ku ag hoyan doonaa?
“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
10 Dibidibadeedka miyaad xadhko ku xidhi kartaa si uu beerta u qodo? Miyuuse dooxooyinka kaa daba hagaajin?
Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
11 Xooggiisa badan daraaddiis miyaad isugu hallaynaysaa? Hawshaadase ma isagaad u daynaysaa?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
12 Ma waxaad isaga ugu kalsoon tahay inuu midhahaaga guriga keeno, Oo uu kuu soo urursho hadhuudhka goobkaaga wax lagu tumo?
Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
13 Gorayada garabkeedu farxad buu la ruxmadaa, Laakiinse garbaheeda iyo baalasheedu ma wax bay u roon yihiin?
“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
14 Waayo, iyadu ugaxdeeda waxay kaga tagtaa dhulka dushiisa, Oo ciidday ku diirisaa,
For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
15 Oo waxay illowdaa inay cagtu burburinayso, Iyo inuu dugaaggu ku tumanayo.
and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
16 Waxay ku adkaataa dhasheeda, sidii iyagoo aan kuweedii ahayn, Oo in kastoo ay waxtarla'aan u hawshooto haddana iyadu cabsi ma qabto,
She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
17 Maxaa yeelay, Ilaah baa iyada xigmad u diiday, Oo waxgarashona ma uu siin.
because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
18 Oo markay kor isu qaaddo inay carartona, Waxay quudhsataa faraska iyo kii fuushanba.
When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
19 War ma adigaa faraska xooggiisa siiyey? Surkiisase ma adigaa guudka ruxma huwiyey?
“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
20 War ma adigaa ka dhigay inuu sida ayaxa u boodo? Haybadda bururufta sankiisu way cabsi badan tahay.
Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
21 Dooxaduu qoobka ku garaacaa, oo xooggiisuu ku reyreeyaa, Oo intuu baxo ayuu ka hor tagaa ragga hubka sita.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
22 Cabsida wuu ku qoslaa, oo ma uu baqo, Oo seeftana dib ugama noqdo.
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
23 Korkiisa waxaa ka sanqadha gabooye, Iyo waran birbirqaya iyo hoto.
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
24 Isagu dhulkuu ku liqaa gariir iyo cadho, Oo buunka codkiisa hadduu maqlona ma istaago.
He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
25 Oo mar alla markii buunku dhawaaqo ayuu "Haw" yidhaahdaa, Oo meel fog ayuu dagaalka ka uriyaa, Wuxuuna maqlaa saraakiisha qayladooda onkodaysa iyo hugunka.
As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Haadka adagu ma xigmaddaaduu kor ugu duulaa? Garbihiisase xagga koonfureed ma u fidiyaa?
“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
27 Baqalyaduse ma amarkaagay kor ugu duushaa? Oo ma saasay buulkeeda meelaha sarsare uga dhisataa?
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
28 Waxay ku hoyataa qarka dheer korkiisa, oo hoygeeduna halkaasuu ku yaal, Xagga qarka dheer dhaladiisa, iyo meesha adag dusheeda.
On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
29 Oo iyadoo halkaas joogta ayay ugaadh ka fiirsataa, Oo indhaheeduna meel fog bay wax ka arkaan.
From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
30 Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.
His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
