< أَيُّوبَ 6 >
فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Then Job answered and said:
«لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ 2 |
O that my grief were weighed thoroughly! That my calamities were put together in the balance!
لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ 3 |
Surely they would be heavier than the sand of the sea; On this account were my words rash.
لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ 4 |
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; Their poison drinketh up my spirit; The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ 5 |
Doth the wild ass bray in the midst of grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ 7 |
That which my soul abhorreth to touch Hath become my loathsome food.
«يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ 8 |
O that I might have my request, And that God would grant me that which I long for!
أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ 9 |
That it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and make an end of me!
فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ 10 |
Yet it should still be my consolation, Yea, in unsparing anguish I would exult, That I have not denied the commands of the Holy One.
مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟ | ١١ 11 |
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what mine end, that I should be patient?
هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh brass?
أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ 13 |
Alas, there is no help within me! Deliverance is driven from me!
«حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ 14 |
To the afflicted, kindness should be shown by a friend; Else he casteth off the fear of the Almighty.
أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ 15 |
But my brethren are faithless like a brook; Like streams of the valley that pass away;
ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ 16 |
Which are turbid by reason of the ice, And the snow, which hideth itself in them.
إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
As soon as they flow forth, they vanish; When the heat cometh, they are dried up from their place.
يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ 18 |
The caravans turn aside to them on their way; They go up into the desert, and perish.
نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ 19 |
The caravans of Tema look for them; The companies of Sheba expect to see them;
خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ 20 |
They are ashamed that they have relied on them; They come to their place, and are confounded.
فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ 21 |
So ye also are nothing; Ye see a terror, and shrink back.
هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ 22 |
Have I said, Bring me gifts? Or, Give a present for me out of your substance?
أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or, Rescue me from the hand of the violent?
عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ 24 |
Convince me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
How powerful are the words of truth! But what do your reproaches prove?
هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ 26 |
Do ye mean to censure words? The words of a man in despair are but wind.
بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ 27 |
Truly ye spread a net for the fatherless; Ye dig a pit for your friend.
وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
Look now upon me, I pray you; For to your very face can I speak falsehood?
اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ 29 |
Return, I pray, and let there be no unfairness; Yea, return; —still is my cause righteous.
هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ 30 |
Is there iniquity on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern what is sinful?