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بَعْدَ هَذَا فَتَحَ أَيُّوبُ فَاهُ وَسَبَّ يَوْمَهُ، | ١ 1 |
After this Job began speaking, cursing the day of his birth.
وَأَخَذَ أَيُّوبُ يَتَكَلَّمُ فَقَالَ: | ٢ 2 |
He said,
«لَيْتَهُ هَلَكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ٱلَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَٱللَّيْلُ ٱلَّذِي قَالَ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِرَجُلٍ. | ٣ 3 |
“Wipe out the day I was born, and the night when it was announced that a boy had been conceived.
لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ظَلَامًا. لَا يَعْتَنِ بِهِ ٱللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلَا يُشْرِقْ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ 4 |
Turn that day to darkness. God above should not remember it. Don't let light shine on it.
لِيَمْلِكْهُ ٱلظَّلَامُ وَظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ. لِيَحُلَّ عَلَيْهِ سَحَابٌ. لِتَرْعَبْهُ كَاسِفَاتُ ٱلنَّهَارِ. | ٥ 5 |
Take it back, darkness and death-shadow. A black cloud should overshadow it. It should be as terrifying as the darkness of an eclipse during the day.
أَمَّا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ فَلْيُمْسِكْهُ ٱلدُّجَى، وَلَا يَفْرَحْ بَيْنَ أَيَّامِ ٱلسَّنَةِ، وَلَا يَدْخُلَنَّ فِي عَدَدِ ٱلشُّهُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
Blot out that night as if it never existed. Don't count it on the calendar. Don't let it have a day in any month.
هُوَذَا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ لِيَكُنْ عَاقِرًا، لَا يُسْمَعْ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ 7 |
Let that night be childless, with no sounds of happiness heard.
لِيَلْعَنْهُ لَاعِنُو ٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْمُسْتَعِدُّونَ لِإِيقَاظِ ٱلتِّنِّينِ. | ٨ 8 |
Those who place curses on certain days should curse it, those who have the power to raise Leviathan.
لِتُظْلِمْ نُجُومُ عِشَائِهِ. لِيَنْتَظِرِ ٱلنُّورَ وَلَا يَكُنْ، وَلَا يَرَ هُدُبَ ٱلصُّبْحِ، | ٩ 9 |
Its early morning stars should stay dark. Looking for light, may none come, may it not see the glimmer of dawn
لِأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ أَبْوَابَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي، وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ ٱلشَّقَاوَةَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ 10 |
for it did not shut my mother's womb to prevent me from seeing trouble.
لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ مِنَ ٱلرَّحِمِ؟ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنَ ٱلْبَطْنِ، لِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ ٱلرُّوحَ؟ | ١١ 11 |
Why wasn't I stillborn? Why didn't I die at birth?
لِمَاذَا أَعَانَتْنِي ٱلرُّكَبُ، وَلِمَ ٱلثُّدِيُّ حَتَّى أَرْضَعَ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Why was there a lap for me to lie on, or breasts for me to suck?
لِأَنِّي قَدْ كُنْتُ ٱلْآنَ مُضْطَجِعًا سَاكِنًا. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ نِمْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا | ١٣ 13 |
For now I would be lying down in peace. I would be sleeping and at rest,
مَعَ مُلُوكٍ وَمُشِيرِي ٱلْأَرْضِ، ٱلَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَامًا لِأَنْفُسِهِمْ، | ١٤ 14 |
along with the kings of this world and their officials whose palaces now lie in ruins,
أَوْ مَعَ رُؤَسَاءَ لَهُمْ ذَهَبٌ، ٱلْمَالِئِينَ بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً، | ١٥ 15 |
or with noblemen who collected gold and filled their houses with silver.
أَوْ كَسِقْطٍ مَطْمُورٍ فَلَمْ أَكُنْ، كَأَجِنَّةٍ لَمْ يَرَوْا نُورًا. | ١٦ 16 |
Why wasn't I a miscarriage, buried in secret, a baby who never saw the light?
هُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ ٱلْمُنَافِقُونَ عَنِ ٱلشَّغْبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَسْتَرِيحُ ٱلْمُتْعَبُونَ. | ١٧ 17 |
There in the grave the wicked give no more trouble, and those whose strength is gone have their rest.
ٱلْأَسْرَى يَطْمَئِنُّونَ جَمِيعًا، لَا يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَ ٱلْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ 18 |
There prisoners take it easy—they don't hear the commands of their oppressors.
ٱلصَّغِيرُ كَمَا ٱلْكَبِيرُ هُنَاكَ، وَٱلْعَبْدُ حُرٌّ مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ 19 |
Both small and great are there, and slaves are freed from their masters.
«لِمَ يُعْطَى لِشَقِيٍّ نُورٌ، وَحَيَاةٌ لِمُرِّي ٱلنَّفْسِ؟ | ٢٠ 20 |
Why does God give life to those who are suffering, living bitterly miserable lives,
ٱلَّذِينَ يَنْتَظِرُونَ ٱلْمَوْتَ وَلَيْسَ هُوَ، وَيَحْفُرُونَ عَلَيْهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْكُنُوزِ، | ٢١ 21 |
those who are waiting for death that does not come and who are looking for death more desperately than hunting for treasure?
ٱلْمَسْرُورِينَ إِلَى أَنْ يَبْتَهِجُوا، ٱلْفَرِحِينَ عِنْدَمَا يَجِدُونَ قَبْرًا! | ٢٢ 22 |
They're so incredibly happy when the reach the grave!
لِرَجُلٍ قَدْ خَفِيَ عَلَيْهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَقَدْ سَيَّجَ ٱللهُ حَوْلَهُ. | ٢٣ 23 |
Why is light given to someone who doesn't know where they're going, someone God has fenced in?
لِأَنَّهُ مِثْلَ خُبْزِي يَأْتِي أَنِينِي، وَمِثْلَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ تَنْسَكِبُ زَفْرَتِي، | ٢٤ 24 |
My groans are the bread I eat; my raging tears are the water I drink.
لِأَنِّي ٱرْتِعَابًا ٱرْتَعَبْتُ فَأَتَانِي، وَٱلَّذِي فَزِعْتُ مِنْهُ جَاءَ عَلَيَّ. | ٢٥ 25 |
For all that I feared has happened to me; everything that I dreaded has come upon me.
لَمْ أَطْمَئِنَّ وَلَمْ أَسْكُنْ وَلَمْ أَسْتَرِحْ، وَقَدْ جَاءَ ٱلرُّجْزُ». | ٢٦ 26 |
I have no peace, no quiet, no rest. All that comes is rage.”