أَيُّوبَ 30

١ 1 «وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي.

But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.

٢ 2 قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ.

Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;

٣ 3 فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ.

In want and hunger, they were lean, —who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

٤ 4 ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ.

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

٥ 5 مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ.

Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;

٦ 6 لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ.

In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

٧ 7 بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ.

Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

٨ 8 أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ.

Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.

٩ 9 «أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا!

But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;

١٠ 10 يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ.

They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!

١١ 11 لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي.

Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;

١٢ 12 عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ.

On my right hand, the young brood rose up, —My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

١٣ 13 أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ.

They brake up my path, —My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;

١٤ 14 يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ.

As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

١٥ 15 اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي.

There are turned upon me terrors, —Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

١٦ 16 «فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ.

Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:

١٧ 17 ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ.

Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, —and, my sinews, find no rest;

١٨ 18 بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي.

Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, —Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:

١٩ 19 قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

٢٠ 20 إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ.

I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

٢١ 21 تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي.

Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

٢٢ 22 حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا.

Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;

٢٣ 23 لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ.

For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.

٢٤ 24 وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟

Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

٢٥ 25 «أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟

Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

٢٦ 26 حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى.

Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

٢٧ 27 أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ.

I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;

٢٨ 28 اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ.

In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;

٢٩ 29 صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ.

A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

٣٠ 30 حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ.

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

٣١ 31 صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ.

Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.