< أيُّوب 3 >
ثُمَّ تَكَلَّمَ أَيُّوبُ، فَشَتَمَ الْيَوْمَ الَّذِي وُلِدَ فِيهِ، | ١ 1 |
At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
«لَيْتَهُ بَادَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَفَنِيَ اللَّيْلُ الَّذِي قِيلَ فِيهِ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِطِفْلٍ ذَكَرٍ. | ٣ 3 |
Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
لِيَتَحَوَّلْ ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ إِلَى ظَلامٍ. لَا يَرْعَاهُ اللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلا يُشْرِقُ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ 4 |
Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the light shine upon it!
لِيَسْتَوْلِ عَلَيْهِ الظَّلامُ وَظِلُّ الْمَوْتِ. لِيَكْتَنِفْهُ سَحَابٌ وَلْتُرَوِّعْهُ ظُلُمَاتُ النَّهَارِ. | ٥ 5 |
Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
أَمَّا ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ فَلْيَعْتَقِلْهُ الدُّجَى الْمُتَكَاثِفُ، وَلا يَبْتَهِجْ مَعَ سَائِرِ أَيَّامِ السَّنَةِ، وَلا يُحْصَ فِي عَدَدِ الشُّهُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months!
لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ عَاقِراً، لَا يَتَرَدَّدُ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ 7 |
O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
لِيَلْعَنْهُ السَّحَرَةُ الْحَاذِقُونَ فِي إِيْقَاظِ التِّنِّينِ! | ٨ 8 |
Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the leviathan!
لِتُظْلِمْ كَوَاكِبُ شَفَقِهِ، وَلْيَرْتَقِبِ النُّورَ مِنْ غَيْرِ طَائِلٍ، وَلا يَرَ هُدُبَ الْفَجْرِ، | ٩ 9 |
Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; Let it long for light, and have none; Neither let it see the eyelashes of the morning!
لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ رَحِمَ أُمِّي وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ الشَّقَاءَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ 10 |
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ فِي الرَّحِمِ، وَلِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ الرُّوحَ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنْ بَطْنِ أُمِّي؟ | ١١ 11 |
Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
لِمَاذَا وَجَدْتُ الرُّكَبَ لِتُعِينَنَي وَالثُّدِيَّ لِتُرْضِعَنِي؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
وَإلَّا لَظَلَلْتُ مُضْطَجِعاً سَاكِناً، وَلَكُنْتُ نَائِماً مُسْتَرِيحاً | ١٣ 13 |
For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
مَعَ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ وَمُشِيرِيهَا، الَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَاماً لأَنْفُسِهِمْ. | ١٤ 14 |
With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
أَوْ مَعَ الرُّؤَسَاءِ الَّذِينَ كَنَزُوا ذَهَباً وَمَلأُوا بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً. | ١٥ 15 |
Or with princes that had gold, And filled their houses with silver;
أَوْ لِمَاذَا لَمْ أُطْمَرْ فِي الأَرْضِ كَسِقْطٍ لَمْ يَرَ النُّورَ؟ | ١٦ 16 |
Or, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
فَهُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ الأَشْرَارُ عَنْ إِثَارَةِ الْمَتَاعِبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَرْتَاحُ الْمُرْهَقُونَ. | ١٧ 17 |
There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
هُنَاكَ يَطْمَئِنُّ الأَسْرَى جَمِيعاً، إِذْ لَا يُلاحِقُهُمْ صَوْتُ الْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ 18 |
There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
هُنَاكَ يَكُونُ الصَّغِيرُ كَالْكَبِيرِ، وَالْعَبْدُ مُتَحَرِّراً مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ 19 |
The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
لِمَ يُوْهَبُ الشَّقِيُّ نُوراً، وَذَوُو النُّفُوسِ الْمُرَّةِ حَيَاةً؟ | ٢٠ 20 |
Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
الَّذِينَ يَتُوقُونَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ فَلا يُقْبِلُ، وَيَنْقُبُونَ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا يَنْقُبُونَ عَنِ الْكُنُوزِ الْخَفِيَّةِ، | ٢١ 21 |
Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
الَّذِينَ يَنْتَشُونَ غِبْطَةً، وَيَسْتَبْشِرُونَ حِينَ يَعْثُرُونَ عَلَى ضَرِيحٍ! | ٢٢ 22 |
Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
بَلْ لِمَاذَا يُوْهَبُ نُورٌ وَحَيَاةٌ لِرَجُلٍ ضَلَّتْ بِهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَسَدَّ اللهُ حَوْلَهُ؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
اسْتَبْدَلْتُ طَعَامِي بِالأَنِينِ، وَزَفْرَتِي تَنْسَكِبُ كَالْمِيَاهِ، | ٢٤ 24 |
For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
لأَنَّهُ قَدْ حَلَّ بِي مَا كُنْتُ أَخْشَاهُ، وَأَصَابَنِي مَا كُنْتُ أَرْتَعِبُ مِنْهُ. | ٢٥ 25 |
For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
فَلا طُمَأْنِينَةَ لِي وَلا اسْتَقْرَارَ وَلا رَاحَةَ، بَعْدَ أَنِ اجْتَاحَتْنِي الْكُرُوبُ». | ٢٦ 26 |
I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.