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

¹After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.

²Oo Ayuub intuu hadal bilaabay ayuu yidhi:

²Job answered:

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

³“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’

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

⁴Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.

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

⁵Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.

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

⁶As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.

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

⁷Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.

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

⁸Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.

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

⁹Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

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

¹⁰because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

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

¹¹“Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

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

¹²Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?

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

¹³For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

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

¹⁴with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;

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

¹⁵or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

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

¹⁶or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.

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

¹⁷There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.

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

¹⁸There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.

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

¹⁹The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.

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

²⁰“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,

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

²¹Who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

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

²²who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

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

²³Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?

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

²⁴For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

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.

²⁵For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.

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

²⁶I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.”