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فَأجَابَ أَلِيفَازُ ٱلتَّيمَانِيُّ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: —
«إِنِ ٱمْتَحَنَ أَحَدٌ كَلِمَةً مَعَكَ، فَهَلْ تَسْتَاءُ؟ وَلَكِنْ مَنْ يَسْتَطِيعُ ٱلِٱمْتِنَاعَ عَنِ ٱلْكَلَامِ؟ | ٢ 2 |
Hath one tried a word with thee? — Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
هَا أَنْتَ قَدْ أَرْشَدْتَ كَثِيرِينَ، وَشَدَّدْتَ أَيَادِيَ مُرْتَخِيَةً. | ٣ 3 |
Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.
قَدْ أَقَامَ كَلَامُكَ ٱلْعَاثِرَ، وَثَبَّتَّ ٱلرُّكَبَ ٱلْمُرْتَعِشَةَ! | ٤ 4 |
The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.
وَٱلْآنَ إِذْ جَاءَ عَلَيْكَ ضَجِرْتَ، إِذْ مَسَّكَ ٱرْتَعْتَ. | ٥ 5 |
But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
أَلَيْسَتْ تَقْوَاكَ هِيَ مُعْتَمَدَكَ، وَرَجَاؤُكَ كَمَالَ طُرُقِكَ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope — the perfection of thy ways?
اُذْكُرْ: مَنْ هَلَكَ وَهُوَ بَرِيءٌ، وَأَيْنَ أُبِيدَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ؟ | ٧ 7 |
Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?
كَمَا قَدْ رَأَيْتَ: أَنَّ ٱلْحَارِثِينَ إِثْمًا، وَٱلزَّارِعِينَ شَقَاوَةً يَحْصُدُونَهَا. | ٨ 8 |
As I have seen — ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!
بِنَسَمَةِ ٱللهِ يَبِيدُونَ، وَبِرِيحِ أَنْفِهِ يَفْنَوْنَ. | ٩ 9 |
From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.
زَمْجَرَةُ ٱلْأَسَدِ وَصَوْتُ ٱلزَّئِيرِ وَأَنْيَابُ ٱلْأَشْبَالِ تَكَسَّرَتْ. | ١٠ 10 |
The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
اَللَّيْثُ هَالِكٌ لِعَدَمِ ٱلْفَرِيسَةِ، وَأَشْبَالُ ٱللَّبْوَةِ تَبَدَّدَتْ. | ١١ 11 |
An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.
«ثُمَّ إِلَيَّ تَسَلَّلَتْ كَلِمَةٌ، فَقَبِلَتْ أُذُنِي مِنْهَا رِكْزًا. | ١٢ 12 |
And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.
فِي ٱلْهَوَاجِسِ مِنْ رُؤَى ٱللَّيْلِ، عِنْدَ وُقُوعِ سُبَاتٍ عَلَى ٱلنَّاسِ، | ١٣ 13 |
In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
أَصَابَنِي رُعْبٌ وَرِعْدَةٌ، فَرَجَفَتْ كُلَّ عِظَامِي. | ١٤ 14 |
Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
فَمَرَّتْ رُوحٌ عَلَى وَجْهِي، ٱقْشَعَرَّ شَعْرُ جَسَدِي. | ١٥ 15 |
And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
وَقَفَتْ وَلَكِنِّي لَمْ أَعْرِفْ مَنْظَرَهَا، شِبْهٌ قُدَّامَ عَيْنَيَّ. سَمِعْتُ صَوْتًا مُنْخَفِضًا: | ١٦ 16 |
It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:
أَٱلْإِنْسَانُ أَبَرُّ مِنَ ٱللهِ؟ أَمِ ٱلرَّجُلُ أَطْهَرُ مِنْ خَالِقِهِ؟ | ١٧ 17 |
'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
هُوَذَا عَبِيدُهُ لَا يَأْتَمِنُهُمْ، وَإِلَى مَلَائِكَتِهِ يَنْسِبُ حَمَاقَةً، | ١٨ 18 |
Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'
فَكَمْ بِٱلْحَرِيِّ سُكَّانُ بُيُوتٍ مِنْ طِينٍ، ٱلَّذِينَ أَسَاسُهُمْ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ، وَيُسْحَقُونَ مِثْلَ ٱلْعُثِّ؟ | ١٩ 19 |
Also — the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
بَيْنَ ٱلصَّبَاحِ وَٱلْمَسَاءِ يُحَطَّمُونَ. بِدُونِ مُنْتَبِهٍ إِلَيْهِمْ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ يَبِيدُونَ. | ٢٠ 20 |
From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
أَمَا ٱنْتُزِعَتْ مِنْهُمْ طُنُبُهُمْ؟ يَمُوتُونَ بِلَا حِكْمَةٍ. | ٢١ 21 |
Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!