Ayuub 39
1 War miyaad taqaan markay ri'dibadeedda qarka joogta dhasho? Miyaadse arki kartaa markay deerooyinku dhalaan?
Knowest thou the season when the Wild Goats of the crags beget? The bringing forth of the hinds, canst thou observe?
2 Miyaad tirin kartaa bilaha sidkoodu ku buuxsamo? Miyaadse taqaan wakhtiga ay dhalaan?
Canst thou count the months they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they give birth?
3 Intay arruntaan ayay ubadkooda dhalaan, Oo fooshoodana way iska saaraan.
They kneel down, their young, they bring forth; their pains, they throw off;
4 Oo ubadkooda yaryaruna way kobcaan, oo waxay ku koraan berrin bannaan, Oo intay baxaan ayaanay mar dambe soo noqon.
Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.
5 Bal yaa dameerdibadeedka xoreeyey? Yaase dameerdibadeedka xadhkihiisii ka furay?
Who hath sent forth the Wild Ass free? And, the bands of the swift-runner, who hath loosed?
6 Kaas gurigiisa waxaan ka dhigay cidlada, Oo rugtiisuna waa dalka cusbada.
Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:
7 Magaalada buuqeeda wuu quudhsadaa, Oo kexeeyaha qayladiisana ma maqlo.
He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;
8 Xidhiidhka buurahu waa daaqiisa, Oo wuxuu raadiyaa wax kasta oo cagaar ah.
He espieth the mountains, his pasture-ground, and, after every green thing, maketh search.
9 Dibidibadeedku miyuu raalli ku noqon doonaa inuu kuu adeego? Miyuuse qabaalka xeradaada ku ag hoyan doonaa?
Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?
10 Dibidibadeedka miyaad xadhko ku xidhi kartaa si uu beerta u qodo? Miyuuse dooxooyinka kaa daba hagaajin?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox, so that—with the ridge—shall run his cord? Or will he harrow the furrows after thee?
11 Xooggiisa badan daraaddiis miyaad isugu hallaynaysaa? Hawshaadase ma isagaad u daynaysaa?
Wilt thou trust in him, because of the greatness of his strength? Wilt thou leave unto him thy toil?
12 Ma waxaad isaga ugu kalsoon tahay inuu midhahaaga guriga keeno, Oo uu kuu soo urursho hadhuudhka goobkaaga wax lagu tumo?
Wilt thou put faith in him, that he will bring back thy seed? and that, corn for thy threshing-floor, he will gather?
13 Gorayada garabkeedu farxad buu la ruxmadaa, Laakiinse garbaheeda iyo baalasheedu ma wax bay u roon yihiin?
The wing of the Ostrich that waveth itself joyfully, Is it the pinion of lovingkindness or the plumage?
14 Waayo, iyadu ugaxdeeda waxay kaga tagtaa dhulka dushiisa, Oo ciidday ku diirisaa,
For she leaveth—to the earth—her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;
15 Oo waxay illowdaa inay cagtu burburinayso, Iyo inuu dugaaggu ku tumanayo.
And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, —or, the wild beast, tread on them!
16 Waxay ku adkaataa dhasheeda, sidii iyagoo aan kuweedii ahayn, Oo in kastoo ay waxtarla'aan u hawshooto haddana iyadu cabsi ma qabto,
Dealing hardly with her young, as none-of-hers, In vain, her labour, without dread.
17 Maxaa yeelay, Ilaah baa iyada xigmad u diiday, Oo waxgarashona ma uu siin.
For GOD hath suffered her to forget wisdom, and given her no share in understanding.
18 Oo markay kor isu qaaddo inay carartona, Waxay quudhsataa faraska iyo kii fuushanba.
What time, on high, she vibrateth her wings, she laugheth at the horse and his rider.
19 War ma adigaa faraska xooggiisa siiyey? Surkiisase ma adigaa guudka ruxma huwiyey?
Couldst thou give—to the Horse—strength? Couldst thou clothe his neck with the quivering mane?
20 War ma adigaa ka dhigay inuu sida ayaxa u boodo? Haybadda bururufta sankiisu way cabsi badan tahay.
Couldst thou cause him to leap like a locust? The majesty of his snort, is a terror!
21 Dooxaduu qoobka ku garaacaa, oo xooggiisuu ku reyreeyaa, Oo intuu baxo ayuu ka hor tagaa ragga hubka sita.
He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;
22 Cabsida wuu ku qoslaa, oo ma uu baqo, Oo seeftana dib ugama noqdo.
He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;
23 Korkiisa waxaa ka sanqadha gabooye, Iyo waran birbirqaya iyo hoto.
Against him, whiz [the arrows of] the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
24 Isagu dhulkuu ku liqaa gariir iyo cadho, Oo buunka codkiisa hadduu maqlona ma istaago.
With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, —he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;
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 oft as the horn soundeth, he saith, Aha! And, from afar, he scenteth the battle, —the thunder of commanders and the war-cry.
26 Haadka adagu ma xigmaddaaduu kor ugu duulaa? Garbihiisase xagga koonfureed ma u fidiyaa?
Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?
27 Baqalyaduse ma amarkaagay kor ugu duushaa? Oo ma saasay buulkeeda meelaha sarsare uga dhisataa?
Or, at thy bidding, that the Eagle mounteth, and that he setteth on high his nest?
28 Waxay ku hoyataa qarka dheer korkiisa, oo hoygeeduna halkaasuu ku yaal, Xagga qarka dheer dhaladiisa, iyo meesha adag dusheeda.
The crag, he inhabiteth, and so lodgeth himself, on the tooth of the crag, and high fort;
29 Oo iyadoo halkaas joogta ayay ugaadh ka fiirsataa, Oo indhaheeduna meel fog bay wax ka arkaan.
From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;
30 Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.
And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.
