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بَعْدَ هَذَا فَتَحَ أَيُّوبُ فَاهُ وَسَبَّ يَوْمَهُ، | ١ 1 |
After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
وَأَخَذَ أَيُّوبُ يَتَكَلَّمُ فَقَالَ: | ٢ 2 |
And Job answereth and saith: —
«لَيْتَهُ هَلَكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ٱلَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَٱللَّيْلُ ٱلَّذِي قَالَ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِرَجُلٍ. | ٣ 3 |
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'
لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ظَلَامًا. لَا يَعْتَنِ بِهِ ٱللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلَا يُشْرِقْ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ 4 |
That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
لِيَمْلِكْهُ ٱلظَّلَامُ وَظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ. لِيَحُلَّ عَلَيْهِ سَحَابٌ. لِتَرْعَبْهُ كَاسِفَاتُ ٱلنَّهَارِ. | ٥ 5 |
Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
أَمَّا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ فَلْيُمْسِكْهُ ٱلدُّجَى، وَلَا يَفْرَحْ بَيْنَ أَيَّامِ ٱلسَّنَةِ، وَلَا يَدْخُلَنَّ فِي عَدَدِ ٱلشُّهُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
That night — let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
هُوَذَا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ لِيَكُنْ عَاقِرًا، لَا يُسْمَعْ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ 7 |
Lo! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
لِيَلْعَنْهُ لَاعِنُو ٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْمُسْتَعِدُّونَ لِإِيقَاظِ ٱلتِّنِّينِ. | ٨ 8 |
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
لِتُظْلِمْ نُجُومُ عِشَائِهِ. لِيَنْتَظِرِ ٱلنُّورَ وَلَا يَكُنْ، وَلَا يَرَ هُدُبَ ٱلصُّبْحِ، | ٩ 9 |
Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
لِأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ أَبْوَابَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي، وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ ٱلشَّقَاوَةَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ 10 |
Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ مِنَ ٱلرَّحِمِ؟ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنَ ٱلْبَطْنِ، لِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ ٱلرُّوحَ؟ | ١١ 11 |
Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
لِمَاذَا أَعَانَتْنِي ٱلرُّكَبُ، وَلِمَ ٱلثُّدِيُّ حَتَّى أَرْضَعَ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
لِأَنِّي قَدْ كُنْتُ ٱلْآنَ مُضْطَجِعًا سَاكِنًا. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ نِمْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا | ١٣ 13 |
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,
مَعَ مُلُوكٍ وَمُشِيرِي ٱلْأَرْضِ، ٱلَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَامًا لِأَنْفُسِهِمْ، | ١٤ 14 |
With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
أَوْ مَعَ رُؤَسَاءَ لَهُمْ ذَهَبٌ، ٱلْمَالِئِينَ بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً، | ١٥ 15 |
Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
أَوْ كَسِقْطٍ مَطْمُورٍ فَلَمْ أَكُنْ، كَأَجِنَّةٍ لَمْ يَرَوْا نُورًا. | ١٦ 16 |
(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)
هُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ ٱلْمُنَافِقُونَ عَنِ ٱلشَّغْبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَسْتَرِيحُ ٱلْمُتْعَبُونَ. | ١٧ 17 |
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
ٱلْأَسْرَى يَطْمَئِنُّونَ جَمِيعًا، لَا يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَ ٱلْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ 18 |
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
ٱلصَّغِيرُ كَمَا ٱلْكَبِيرُ هُنَاكَ، وَٱلْعَبْدُ حُرٌّ مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ 19 |
Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
«لِمَ يُعْطَى لِشَقِيٍّ نُورٌ، وَحَيَاةٌ لِمُرِّي ٱلنَّفْسِ؟ | ٢٠ 20 |
Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
ٱلَّذِينَ يَنْتَظِرُونَ ٱلْمَوْتَ وَلَيْسَ هُوَ، وَيَحْفُرُونَ عَلَيْهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْكُنُوزِ، | ٢١ 21 |
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
ٱلْمَسْرُورِينَ إِلَى أَنْ يَبْتَهِجُوا، ٱلْفَرِحِينَ عِنْدَمَا يَجِدُونَ قَبْرًا! | ٢٢ 22 |
Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
لِرَجُلٍ قَدْ خَفِيَ عَلَيْهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَقَدْ سَيَّجَ ٱللهُ حَوْلَهُ. | ٢٣ 23 |
To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
لِأَنَّهُ مِثْلَ خُبْزِي يَأْتِي أَنِينِي، وَمِثْلَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ تَنْسَكِبُ زَفْرَتِي، | ٢٤ 24 |
For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
لِأَنِّي ٱرْتِعَابًا ٱرْتَعَبْتُ فَأَتَانِي، وَٱلَّذِي فَزِعْتُ مِنْهُ جَاءَ عَلَيَّ. | ٢٥ 25 |
For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
لَمْ أَطْمَئِنَّ وَلَمْ أَسْكُنْ وَلَمْ أَسْتَرِحْ، وَقَدْ جَاءَ ٱلرُّجْزُ». | ٢٦ 26 |
I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!