أَيُّوبَ 6
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
And Job answereth and saith: —
| «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ 2 |
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
| لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ 3 |
For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
| لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ 4 |
For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!
| هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ 5 |
Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
| هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
| مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ 7 |
My soul is refusing to touch! They [are] as my sickening food.
| «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ 8 |
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
| أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ 9 |
That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
| فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ 10 |
And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain — He doth not spare, ) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
| مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟ | ١١ 11 |
What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
| هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
| أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ 13 |
Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
| «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ 14 |
To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
| أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ 15 |
My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
| ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ 16 |
That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
| إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
| يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ 18 |
Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
| نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ 19 |
Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.
| خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ 20 |
They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
| فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ 21 |
Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
| هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ 22 |
Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
| أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
| عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ 24 |
Shew me, and I — I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.
| مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
| هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ 26 |
For reproof — do you reckon words? And for wind — sayings of the desperate.
| بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ 27 |
Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
| وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
| اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ 29 |
Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again — my righteousness [is] in it.
| هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ 30 |
Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?
