< أَيُّوبَ 30 >
«وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ 1 |
But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ. | ٢ 2 |
Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?
فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ. | ٣ 3 |
By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.
ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ. | ٤ 4 |
They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.
مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ 5 |
They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.
لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.
بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ. | ٧ 7 |
They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.
أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٨ 8 |
An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.
«أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا! | ٩ 9 |
And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!
يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ. | ١٠ 10 |
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.
لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي. | ١١ 11 |
Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.
عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ. | ١٢ 12 |
On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.
أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٣ 13 |
They break up my path; They hasten my fall, —They who have no helper!
يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ. | ١٤ 14 |
They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.
اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي. | ١٥ 15 |
Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.
«فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ١٦ 16 |
And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ 17 |
By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.
بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي. | ١٨ 18 |
Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.
قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ 19 |
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ. | ٢٠ 20 |
I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.
تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ 21 |
Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.
حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا. | ٢٢ 22 |
Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.
لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ 23 |
I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.
وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.
«أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى. | ٢٦ 26 |
But when I looked for good, then evil came; When I looked for light, then came darkness.
أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ٢٧ 27 |
My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.
اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.
صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ 29 |
I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ. | ٣٠ 30 |
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.
صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ. | ٣١ 31 |
My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.