أَيُّوبَ 7
| «أَلَيْسَ جِهَادٌ لِلْإِنْسَانِ عَلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ، وَكَأَيَّامِ ٱلْأَجِيرِ أَيَّامُهُ؟ | ١ 1 |
Is there not a war-service for man on the earth? Are not his days as the days of a hireling?
| كَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ ٱلْعَبْدُ إِلَى ٱلظِّلِّ، وَكَمَا يَتَرَجَّى ٱلْأَجِيرُ أُجْرَتَهُ، | ٢ 2 |
As a servant panteth for the shade, And as a hireling looketh for his wages,
| هَكَذَا تَعَيَّنَ لِي أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُسِمَتْ لِي. | ٣ 3 |
So am I made to possess months of affliction, And wearisome nights are appointed for me.
| إِذَا ٱضْطَجَعْتُ أَقُولُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ ٱللَّيْلُ يَطُولُ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقًا حَتَّى ٱلصُّبْحِ. | ٤ 4 |
If I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of restlessness until the dawning of the day.
| لَبِسَ لَحْمِيَ ٱلدُّودُ مَعَ مَدَرِ ٱلتُّرَابِ. جِلْدِي كَرِشَ وَسَاخَ. | ٥ 5 |
My flesh is clothed with worms, and clods of dust; My skin is broken and become loathsome.
| أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنَ ٱلْوَشِيعَةِ، وَتَنْتَهِي بِغَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ. | ٦ 6 |
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; They pass away without hope.
| «اُذْكُرْ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي إِنَّمَا هِيَ رِيحٌ، وَعَيْنِي لَا تَعُودُ تَرَى خَيْرًا. | ٧ 7 |
O remember that my life is a breath; That mine eye shall no more see good!
| لَا تَرَانِي عَيْنُ نَاظِرِي. عَيْنَاكَ عَلَيَّ وَلَسْتُ أَنَا. | ٨ 8 |
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more; Thine eyes shall look for me, but I shall not be.
| ٱلسَّحَابُ يَضْمَحِلُّ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا ٱلَّذِي يَنْزِلُ إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ. (Sheol h7585) | ٩ 9 |
As the cloud dissolveth and wasteth away, So he that goeth down to the grave shall arise no more; (Sheol h7585)
| لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى بَيْتِهِ، وَلَا يَعْرِفُهُ مَكَانُهُ بَعْدُ. | ١٠ 10 |
No more shall he return to his house, And his dwelling-place shall know him no more.
| أَنَا أَيْضًا لَا أَمْنَعُ فَمِي. أَتَكَلَّمُ بِضِيقِ رُوحِي. أَشْكُو بِمَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي. | ١١ 11 |
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
| أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى جَعَلْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِسًا؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
| إِنْ قُلْتُ: فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي، مَضْجَعِي يَنْزِعُ كُرْبَتِي، | ١٣ 13 |
When I say, My bed shall relieve me, My couch shall ease my complaint,
| تُرِيعُنِي بِٱلْأَحْلَامِ، وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِرُؤًى، | ١٤ 14 |
Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me with visions;
| فَٱخْتَارَتْ نَفْسِي ٱلْخَنِقَ، ٱلْمَوْتَ عَلَى عِظَامِي هَذِهِ. | ١٥ 15 |
So that my soul chooseth strangling, Yea, death, rather than these my bones.
| قَدْ ذُبْتُ. لَا إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْيَا. كُفَّ عَنِّي لِأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ. | ١٦ 16 |
I am wasting away; I shall not live alway: Let me alone, for my days are a vapor!
| مَا هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ، وَحَتَّى تَضَعَ عَلَيْهِ قَلْبَكَ؟ | ١٧ 17 |
What is man, that thou shouldst make great account him, And fix thy mind upon him?—
| وَتَتَعَهَّدَهُ كُلَّ صَبَاحٍ، وَكُلَّ لَحْظَةٍ تَمْتَحِنَهُ؟ | ١٨ 18 |
That thou shouldst visit him every morning, And prove him every moment?
| حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تَلْتَفِتُ عَنِّي وَلَا تُرْخِينِي رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟ | ١٩ 19 |
How long ere thou wilt look away from me, And let me alone, till I have time to breathe?
| أَأَخْطَأْتُ؟ مَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ ٱلنَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي عَاثُورًا لِنَفْسِكَ حَتَّى أَكُونَ عَلَى نَفْسِي حِمْلًا؟ | ٢٠ 20 |
If I have sinned, what have I done to thee, O thou watcher of men! Why hast thou set me up as thy mark, So that I have become a burden to myself?
| وَلِمَاذَا لَا تَغْفِرُ ذَنْبِي، وَلَا تُزِيلُ إِثْمِي؟ لِأَنِّي ٱلْآنَ أَضْطَجِعُ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ، تَطْلُبُنِي فَلَا أَكُونُ». | ٢١ 21 |
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, And take away mine iniquity? For soon shall I sleep in the dust; And, though thou seek me diligently, I shall not be.
