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وَعَادَ أَيُّوبُ يَنْطِقُ بِمَثَلِهِ فَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Job continued his discourse:
«حَيٌّ هُوَ ٱللهُ ٱلَّذِي نَزَعَ حَقِّي، وَٱلْقَدِيرُ ٱلَّذِي أَمَرَّ نَفْسِي، | ٢ 2 |
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
إِنَّهُ مَا دَامَتْ نَسَمَتِي فِيَّ، وَنَفْخَةُ ٱللهِ فِي أَنْفِي، | ٣ 3 |
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
لَنْ تَتَكَلَّمَ شَفَتَايَ إِثْمًا، وَلَا يَلْفِظَ لِسَانِي بِغِشٍّ. | ٤ 4 |
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
حَاشَا لِي أَنْ أُبَرِّرَكُمْ! حَتَّى أُسْلِمَ ٱلرُّوحَ لَا أَعْزِلُ كَمَالِي عَنِّي. | ٥ 5 |
I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
تَمَسَّكْتُ بِبِرِّي وَلَا أَرْخِيهِ. قَلْبِي لَا يُعَيِّرُ يَوْمًا مِنْ أَيَّامِي. | ٦ 6 |
I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
لِيَكُنْ عَدُوِّي كَٱلشِّرِّيرِ، وَمُعَانِدِي كَفَاعِلِ ٱلشَّرِّ. | ٧ 7 |
May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
لِأَنَّهُ مَا هُوَ رَجَاءُ ٱلْفَاجِرِ عِنْدَمَا يَقْطَعُهُ، عِنْدَمَا يَسْلُبُ ٱللهُ نَفْسَهُ؟ | ٨ 8 |
For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
أَفَيَسْمَعُ ٱللهُ صُرَاخَهُ إِذَا جَاءَ عَلَيْهِ ضِيقٌ؟ | ٩ 9 |
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
أَمْ يَتَلَذَّذُ بِٱلْقَدِيرِ؟ هَلْ يَدْعُو ٱللهَ فِي كُلِّ حِينٍ؟ | ١٠ 10 |
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
«إِنِّي أُعَلِّمُكُمْ بِيَدِ ٱللهِ. لَا أَكْتُمُ مَا هُوَ عِنْدَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١١ 11 |
I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
هَا أَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ قَدْ رَأَيْتُمْ، فَلِمَاذَا تَتَبَطَّلُونَ تَبَطُّلًا؟ قَائِلِينَ: | ١٢ 12 |
Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
هَذَا نَصِيبُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ ٱلشِّرِّيرِ مِنْ عِنْدِ ٱللهِ، وَمِيرَاثُ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱلَّذِي يَنَالُونَهُ مِنَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٣ 13 |
This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
إِنْ كَثُرَ بَنُوهُ فَلِلسَّيْفِ، وَذُرِّيَّتُهُ لَا تَشْبَعُ خُبْزًا. | ١٤ 14 |
Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
بَقِيَّتُهُ تُدْفَنُ بِٱلْمَوْتَانِ، وَأَرَامِلُهُ لَا تَبْكِي. | ١٥ 15 |
His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
إِنْ كَنَزَ فِضَّةً كَٱلتُّرَابِ، وَأَعَدَّ مَلَابِسَ كَٱلطِّينِ، | ١٦ 16 |
Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
فَهُوَ يُعِدُّ وَٱلْبَارُّ يَلْبَسُهُ، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَقْسِمُ ٱلْفِضَّةَ. | ١٧ 17 |
what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
يَبْنِي بَيْتَهُ كَٱلْعُثِّ، أَوْ كَمَظَلَّةٍ صَنَعَهَا ٱلنَّاطُورُ. | ١٨ 18 |
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
يَضْطَجِعُ غَنِيًّا وَلَكِنَّهُ لَا يُضَمُّ. يَفْتَحُ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَا يَكُونُ. | ١٩ 19 |
He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
ٱلْأَهْوَالُ تُدْرِكُهُ كَٱلْمِيَاهِ. لَيْلًا تَخْتَطِفُهُ ٱلزَّوْبَعَةُ. | ٢٠ 20 |
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
تَحْمِلُهُ ٱلشَّرْقِيَّةُ فَيَذْهَبُ، وَتَجْرُفُهُ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢١ 21 |
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
يُلْقِي ٱللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَلَا يُشْفِقُ. مِنْ يَدِهِ يَهْرُبُ هَرَبًا. | ٢٢ 22 |
It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
يَصْفِقُونَ عَلَيْهِ بِأَيْدِيهِمْ، وَيَصْفِرُونَ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢٣ 23 |
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.