¹After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

¹Markaas dabadeed Ayuub intuu afkiisa furay ayuu habaaray maalintii uu dhashay.

²And Job answereth and saith: —

²Oo Ayuub intuu hadal bilaabay ayuu yidhi:

³Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.`

³Dharaartii aan dhashay ha baabba'do Iyo habeenkii la yidhi, Wiil baa calool galay.

⁴That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

⁴Maalintaasu gudcur ha ahaato; Oo Ilaah yuusan iyada xagga sare kaga fiirsan, Oo nuurkuna yuusan iftiimin.

⁵Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

⁵Gudcur iyo hooska dhimashadu iyada mulki ha ka dhigteen. Daruuru ha ku degto, Oo wixii maalin madoobeeya oo dhammu ha cabsiiyeen.

⁶That night — let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

⁶Oo habeenkaasna gudcur weynu ha qabsado, Oo ayaamaha sannadda yuusan ka dhex rayrayn. Oo yuusan soo dhex gelin bilaha tiradooda.

⁷Lo! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

⁷Bal eeg, habeenkaasu cidla ha noqdo; Oo cod faraxsan yaanu ka dhex yeedhin.

⁸Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

⁸Oo isaga ha habaareen kuwa maalinta habaaraa, Oo kicin kara bahalka la yidhaahdo Lewiiyaataan.

⁹Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

⁹Fiidka xiddigihiisu gudcur ha noqdeen, Iftiin ha doondoono oo yuusan helin; Oo innaba yuusan arkin kaaha waaberiga.

¹⁰Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

¹⁰Maxaa yeelay, isagu ma uu awdin irdihii maxalka hooyaday, Oo indhahaygana dhib kama uu qarin.

¹¹Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

¹¹Bal maxaan u dhiman waayay markaan uurka ka soo baxay? Oo maxaa naftu iiga bixi weyday isla markaan caloosha ka soo baxay?

¹²Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?

¹²Bal jilbuhu maxay ii aqbaleen? Amase naasuhu inaan nuugo?

¹³For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,

¹³Waayo, hadda xasilloonaan baan ku jiifi lahaa; Oo waan iska seexan lahaa, oo waan nasan lahaa,

¹⁴With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.

¹⁴Aniga iyo boqorrada iyo lataliyayaasha dunida Oo nafsaddooda taallooyin u dhistay,

¹⁵Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.

¹⁵Iyo amiirradii dahabka lahaan jiray, Oo guryahooda lacagta ka buuxsaday;

¹⁶(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)

¹⁶Bal dhicis qarsoon maxaan u ahaan waayay? Ama sida dhallaan aan innaba iftiinka arag?

¹⁷There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

¹⁷Halkaas kuwa sharka ahu cidna kuma sii dhibaan, Oo kuwa daallanuna halkaasay ku nastaan.

¹⁸Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

¹⁸Maxaabiistuna halkaasay dhammaantood ku wada istareexaan, Mana ay maqlaan kii dulmi jiray codkiisa.

¹⁹Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.

¹⁹Yar iyo weynba halkaasaa la wada joogaa, Oo addoonkuna sayidkiisa waa ka xor.

²⁰Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

²⁰Bal iftiin maxaa loo siiyaa kan dhibaataysan? Maxaase loo nooleeyaa kan naftiisu la qadhaadhaatay,

²¹Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

²¹Oo dhimasho u xiisooda, oo ayan u imanayn, Oo daraaddeed dhulka u qodqoda intuu khasnado qarsoon qodi lahaa in ka sii badan,

²²Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

²²Kuwaasoo aad u reyreeya, Oo farxa hadday qabriga heli karaan?

²³To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

²³Bal maxaa iftiin loo siiyaa nin jidkiisu qarsoon yahay, Oo Ilaah deyr ku wareejiyey?

²⁴For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.

²⁴Waayo, intaanan wax cunin ayaan taahaa, Oo cabaadkayguna wuxuu u shubmaa sida biyo oo kale.

²⁵For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

²⁵Waayo, hadba wixii aan ka cabsado ayaa igu soo dega, Oo wixii aan ka baqo ayaa ii yimaada.Ma aan istareexsani, mana aan xasillooni, mana aan nasto; Laakiinse hadba dhibaato baa ii timaada.

²⁶I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!

²⁶Ma aan istareexsani, mana aan xasillooni, mana aan nasto; Laakiinse hadba dhibaato baa ii timaada.