أَيُّوبَ 17
| «رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي ٱنْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا ٱلْقُبُورُ لِي. | ١ 1 |
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
| «لَوْلَا ٱلْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي، وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ. | ٢ 2 |
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
| كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ ٱلَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟ | ٣ 3 |
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
| لِأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ ٱلْفِطْنَةِ، لِأَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَا تَرْفَعُهُمُ. | ٤ 4 |
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
| ٱلَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ ٱلْأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ، تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ. | ٥ 5 |
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
| أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلًا لِلشُّعُوبِ، وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي ٱلْوَجْهِ. | ٦ 6 |
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ ٱلْحُزْنِ، وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَٱلظِّلِّ. | ٧ 7 |
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
| يَتَعَجَّبُ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَنْتَهِضُ عَلَى ٱلْفَاجِرِ. | ٨ 8 |
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
| أَمَّا ٱلصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَٱلطَّاهِرُ ٱلْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً. | ٩ 9 |
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
| «وَلَكِنِ ٱرْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالَوْا، فَلَا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيمًا. | ١٠ 10 |
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
| أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي، إِرْثُ قَلْبِي، قَدِ ٱنْتَزَعَتْ. | ١١ 11 |
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
| يَجْعَلُونَ ٱللَّيْلَ نَهَارًا، نُورًا قَرِيبًا لِلظُّلْمَةِ. | ١٢ 12 |
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
| إِذَا رَجَوْتُ ٱلْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتًا لِي، وَفِي ٱلظَّلَامِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي، (Sheol h7585) | ١٣ 13 |
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
| وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي، | ١٤ 14 |
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
| فَأَيْنَ إِذًا آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي، مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا؟ | ١٥ 15 |
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
