أَيُّوبَ 6
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Then responded Job, and said: —
| «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ 2 |
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
| لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ 3 |
For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
| لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ 4 |
For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
| هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ 5 |
Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
| هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
| مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ 7 |
My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
| «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ 8 |
Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
| أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ 9 |
That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
| فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ 10 |
So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, —That I had not concealed the sayings 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? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
| هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
| أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ 13 |
Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
| «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ 14 |
The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
| أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ 15 |
Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
| ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ 16 |
Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
| إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
| يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ 18 |
Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
| نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ 19 |
The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
| خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ 20 |
They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
| فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ 21 |
For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
| هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ 22 |
Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
| أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
| عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ 24 |
Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
| مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
| هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ 26 |
To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
| بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ 27 |
Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
| وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
| اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ 29 |
Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
| هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ 30 |
Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
