أَيُّوبَ 40
| فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ فَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
| «هَلْ يُخَاصِمُ ٱلْقَدِيرَ مُوَبِّخُهُ، أَمِ ٱلْمُحَاجُّ ٱللهَ يُجَاوِبُهُ؟». | ٢ 2 |
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ ٱلرَّبَّ وَقَالَ: | ٣ 3 |
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
| «هَا أَنَا حَقِيرٌ، فَمَاذَا أُجَاوِبُكَ؟ وَضَعْتُ يَدِي عَلَى فَمِي. | ٤ 4 |
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
| مَرَّةً تَكَلَّمْتُ فَلَا أُجِيبُ، وَمَرَّتَيْنِ فَلَا أَزِيدُ». | ٥ 5 |
Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
| فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ مِنَ ٱلْعَاصِفَةِ فَقَالَ: | ٦ 6 |
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
| «ٱلْآنَ شُدَّ حَقْوَيْكَ كَرَجُلٍ. أَسْأَلُكَ فَتُعْلِمُنِي. | ٧ 7 |
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
| لَعَلَّكَ تُنَاقِضُ حُكْمِي، تَسْتَذْنِبُنِي لِكَيْ تَتَبَرَّرَ أَنْتَ؟ | ٨ 8 |
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
| هَلْ لَكَ ذِرَاعٌ كَمَا لِلهِ، وَبِصَوْتٍ مِثْلِ صَوْتِهِ تُرْعِدُ؟ | ٩ 9 |
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
| تَزَيَّنِ ٱلْآنَ بِٱلْجَلَالِ وَٱلْعِزِّ، وَٱلْبَسِ ٱلْمَجْدَ وَٱلْبَهَاءَ. | ١٠ 10 |
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
| فَرِّقْ فَيْضَ غَضَبِكَ، وَٱنْظُرْ كُلَّ مُتَعَظِّمٍ وَٱخْفِضْهُ. | ١١ 11 |
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
| اُنْظُرْ إِلَى كُلِّ مُتَعَظِّمٍ وَذَلِّلْهُ، وَدُسِ ٱلْأَشْرَارَ فِي مَكَانِهِمِ. | ١٢ 12 |
Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
| ٱطْمِرْهُمْ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ مَعًا، وَٱحْبِسْ وُجُوهَهُمْ فِي ٱلظَّلَامِ. | ١٣ 13 |
Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
| فَأَنَا أَيْضًا أَحْمَدُكَ لِأَنَّ يَمِينَكَ تُخَلِّصُكَ. | ١٤ 14 |
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
| «هُوَذَا بَهِيمُوثُ ٱلَّذِي صَنَعْتُهُ مَعَكَ يَأْكُلُ ٱلْعُشْبَ مِثْلَ ٱلْبَقَرِ. | ١٥ 15 |
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
| هَا هِيَ قُوَّتُهُ فِي مَتْنَيْهِ، وَشِدَّتُهُ فِي عَضَلِ بَطْنِهِ. | ١٦ 16 |
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
| يَخْفِضُ ذَنَبَهُ كَأَرْزَةٍ. عُرُوقُ فَخِذَيْهِ مَضْفُورَةٌ. | ١٧ 17 |
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
| عِظَامُهُ أَنَابِيبُ نُحَاسٍ، جِرْمُهَا حَدِيدٌ مَمْطُولٌ. | ١٨ 18 |
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
| هُوَ أَوَّلُ أَعْمَالِ ٱللهِ. ٱلَّذِي صَنَعَهُ أَعْطَاهُ سَيْفَهُ. | ١٩ 19 |
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
| لِأَنَّ ٱلْجِبَالَ تُخْرِجُ لَهُ مَرْعًى، وَجَمِيعَ وُحُوشِ ٱلْبَرِّ تَلْعَبُ هُنَاكَ. | ٢٠ 20 |
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
| تَحْتَ ٱلسِّدْرَاتِ يَضْطَجِعُ فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْقَصَبِ وَٱلْغَمِقَةِ. | ٢١ 21 |
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
| تُظَلِّلُهُ ٱلسِّدْرَاتُ بِظِلِّهَا. يُحِيطُ بِهِ صَفْصَافُ ٱلسَّوَاقِي. | ٢٢ 22 |
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
| هُوَذَا ٱلنَّهْرُ يَفِيضُ فَلَا يَفِرُّ هُوَ. يَطْمَئِنُّ وَلَوِ ٱنْدَفَقَ ٱلْأُرْدُنُّ فِي فَمِهِ. | ٢٣ 23 |
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
| هَلْ يُؤْخَذُ مِنْ أَمَامِهِ؟ هَلْ يُثْقَبُ أَنْفُهُ بِخِزَامَةٍ؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
