¹“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?

¹War miyaad taqaan markay ridibadeedda qarka joogta dhasho? Miyaadse arki kartaa markay deerooyinku dhalaan?

²Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?

²Miyaad tirin kartaa bilaha sidkoodu ku buuxsamo? Miyaadse taqaan wakhtiga ay dhalaan?

³They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they end their labor pains.

³Intay arruntaan ayay ubadkooda dhalaan, Oo fooshoodana way iska saaraan.

⁴Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don’t return again.

⁴Oo 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,

⁵Bal yaa dameerdibadeedka xoreeyey? Yaase dameerdibadeedka xadhkihiisii ka furay?

⁶Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?

⁶Kaas gurigiisa waxaan ka dhigay cidlada, Oo rugtiisuna waa dalka cusbada.

⁷He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.

⁷Magaalada buuqeeda wuu quudhsadaa, Oo kexeeyaha qayladiisana ma maqlo.

⁸The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

⁸Xidhiidhka 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?

⁹Dibidibadeedku miyuu raalli ku noqon doonaa inuu kuu adeego? Miyuuse qabaalka xeradaada ku ag hoyan doonaa?

¹⁰Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

¹⁰Dibidibadeedka miyaad xadhko ku xidhi kartaa si uu beerta u qodo? Miyuuse dooxooyinka kaa daba hagaajin?

¹¹Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

¹¹Xooggiisa badan daraaddiis miyaad isugu hallaynaysaa? Hawshaadase ma isagaad u daynaysaa?

¹²Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?

¹²Ma 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?

¹³Gorayada garabkeedu farxad buu la ruxmadaa, Laakiinse garbaheeda iyo baalasheedu ma wax bay u roon yihiin?

¹⁴For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,

¹⁴Waayo, iyadu ugaxdeeda waxay kaga tagtaa dhulka dushiisa, Oo ciidday ku diirisaa,

¹⁵and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.

¹⁵Oo waxay illowdaa inay cagtu burburinayso, Iyo inuu dugaaggu ku tumanayo.

¹⁶She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,

¹⁶Waxay ku adkaataa dhasheeda, sidii iyagoo aan kuweedii ahayn, Oo in kastoo ay waxtarla'aan u hawshooto haddana iyadu cabsi ma qabto,

¹⁷because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.

¹⁷Maxaa yeelay, Ilaah baa iyada xigmad u diiday, Oo waxgarashona ma uu siin.

¹⁸When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.

¹⁸Oo 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?

¹⁹War ma adigaa faraska xooggiisa siiyey? Surkiisase ma adigaa guudka ruxma huwiyey?

²⁰Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

²⁰War ma adigaa ka dhigay inuu sida ayaxa u boodo? Haybadda bururufta sankiisu way cabsi badan tahay.

²¹He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.

²¹Dooxaduu qoobka ku garaacaa, oo xooggiisuu ku reyreeyaa, Oo intuu baxo ayuu ka hor tagaa ragga hubka sita.

²²He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.

²²Cabsida wuu ku qoslaa, oo ma uu baqo, Oo seeftana dib ugama noqdo.

²³The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.

²³Korkiisa waxaa ka sanqadha gabooye, Iyo waran birbirqaya iyo hoto.

²⁴He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

²⁴Isagu dhulkuu ku liqaa gariir iyo cadho, Oo buunka codkiisa hadduu maqlona ma istaago.

²⁵As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

²⁵Oo 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?

²⁶Haadka adagu ma xigmaddaaduu kor ugu duulaa? Garbihiisase xagga koonfureed ma u fidiyaa?

²⁷Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

²⁷Baqalyaduse ma amarkaagay kor ugu duushaa? Oo ma saasay buulkeeda meelaha sarsare uga dhisataa?

²⁸On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

²⁸Waxay ku hoyataa qarka dheer korkiisa, oo hoygeeduna halkaasuu ku yaal, Xagga qarka dheer dhaladiisa, iyo meesha adag dusheeda.

²⁹From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

²⁹Oo iyadoo halkaas joogta ayay ugaadh ka fiirsataa, Oo indhaheeduna meel fog bay wax ka arkaan.Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.

³⁰His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”

³⁰Dhasheeda yaryaru dhiig bay nuugaan, Oo iyana waxay joogtaa hadba meeshii raqu taal.