أيُّوب 30
| أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ هَزَأَ بِي مَنْ هُمْ أَصْغَرُ مِنِّي سِنّاً، مَنْ كُنْتُ آنَفُ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ 1 |
But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
| إِذْ مَا جَدْوَى قُوَّةِ أَيْدِيهِمْ لِي بَعْدَ أَنْ أُصِيبَتْ بِعَجْزٍ؟ | ٢ 2 |
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
| يَهِيمُونَ هُزَالَى جِيَاعاً، يَنْبِشُونَ الْيَابِسَةَ الْخَرِبَةَ الْمَهْجُورَةَ. | ٣ 3 |
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
| يَلْتَقِطُونَ الْخُبَّيْزَةَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَخُبْزُهُمْ عُرُوقُ الرَّتَمِ. | ٤ 4 |
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
| يُطْرَدُونَ مِنْ بَيْنِ النَّاسِ، وَيَصْرُخُونَ خَلْفَهُمْ كَمَا يَصْرُخُونَ عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ 5 |
They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
| يُقِيمُونَ فِي كُهُوفِ الْوِدْيَانِ الْجَافَّةِ، بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ وَفِي ثُقُوبِ الأَرْضِ. | ٦ 6 |
They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
| يَنْهَقُونَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَيرْبِضُونَ تَحْتَ الْعَوْسَجِ. | ٧ 7 |
They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
| هُمْ حَمْقَى، أَبْنَاءُ قَوْمٍ خَامِلِينَ مَنْبُوذِينَ مِنَ الأَرْضِ. | ٨ 8 |
They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
| أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ مَثَارَ سُخْرِيَةٍ لَهُمْ وَمَثَلاً يَتَنَدَّرُونَ بِهِ | ٩ 9 |
And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
| يَشْمَئِزُّونَ مِنِّي وَيَتَجَافَوْنَنِي، لَا يَتَوَانَوْنَ عَنِ الْبَصْقِ فِي وَجْهِي! | ١٠ 10 |
I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
| لأَنَّ اللهَ قَدْ أَرْخَى وَتَرَ قَوْسِي وَأَذَلَّنِي، انْقَلَبُوا ضِدِّي بِكُلِّ قُوَّتِهِمْ. | ١١ 11 |
For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
| قَامَ صِغَارُهُمْ عَنْ يَمِينِي يُزِلُّونَ قَدَمِي وَيُمَهِّدُونَ سُبُلَ دَمَارِي. | ١٢ 12 |
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
| سَدُّوا عَلَيَّ مَنْفَذَ مَهْرَبِي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَى هَلاكِي، مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ يَكُونَ لِي مُعِينٌ. | ١٣ 13 |
They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
| وَكَأَنَّمَا مِنْ ثُغْرَةٍ وَاسِعَةٍ تَدَافَعُوا نَحْوِي، وَانْدَفَعُوا هَاجِمِينَ بَيْنَ الرَّدْمِ. | ١٤ 14 |
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
| طَغَتْ عَلَيَّ الأَهْوَالُ، فَتَطَايَرَتْ كَرَامَتِي كَوَرَقَةٍ أَمَامَ الرِّيحِ، وَمَضَى رَغْدِي كَالسَّحَابِ. | ١٥ 15 |
Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
| وَالآنَ تَهَافَتَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ وَتَنَاهَبَتْنِي أَيَّامُ بُؤْسِي. | ١٦ 16 |
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
| يَنْخَرُ اللَّيْلُ عِظَامِي، وَآلامِي الضَّارِيَةُ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ 17 |
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
| تَشُدُّ بِعُنْفٍ لِبَاسِي وَتَحْزِمُنِي مِثْلَ طَوْقِ عَبَاءَتِي. | ١٨ 18 |
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
| قَدْ طَرَحَنِي اللهُ فِي الْحَمْأَةِ فَأَشْبَهْتُ التُّرَابَ وَالرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ 19 |
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
| أَسْتَغِيثُ بِكَ فَلا تَسْتَجِيبُ، وَأَقِفُ أَمَامَكَ فَلا تَأْبَهُ بِي. | ٢٠ 20 |
You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
| أَصْبَحْتَ لِي عَدُوّاً قَاسِياً، وَبِقُدْرَةِ ذِرَاعِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ 21 |
You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
| خَطَفْتَنِي وَأَرْكَبْتَنِي عَلَى الرِّيحِ، تُذِيبُنِي فِي زَئِيرِ الْعَاصِفَةِ. | ٢٢ 22 |
Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
| فَأَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّكَ تَسُوقُنِي إِلَى الْمَوْتِ، وَإِلَى دَارِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ 23 |
For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
| وَلَكِنْ، أَلا يَمُدُّ إِنْسَانٌ يَدَهُ مِنْ تَحْتِ الأَنْقَاضِ؟ أَوَ لَا يَسْتَغِيثُ فِي بَلِيَّتِهِ؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
| أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ قَسَى عَلَيْهِ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَحْزَنْ نَفْسِي لِلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
| وَلَكِنْ حِينَ تَرَقَّبْتُ الْخَيْرَ أَقْبَلَ الشَّرُّ، وَحِينَ تَوَقَّعْتُ النُّورَ هَجَمَ الظَّلامُ. | ٢٦ 26 |
For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
| قَلْبِي يَغْلِي وَلَنْ يَهْدَأَ، وَأَيَّامُ الْبَلِيَّةِ غَشِيَتْنِي. | ٢٧ 27 |
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
| فَأَمْضِي نَائِحاً لَكِنْ مِنْ غَيْرِ عَزَاءٍ. أَقِفُ بَيْنَ النَّاسِ أَطْلُبُ الْعَوْنَ. | ٢٨ 28 |
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
| صِرْتُ أَخاً لِبَنَاتِ آوَى، وَرَفِيقاً لِلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ 29 |
I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
| اسْوَدَّ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَتَقَشَّرَ، وَاحْتَرَقَتْ عِظَامِي مِنَ الْحُمَّى | ٣٠ 30 |
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
| صَارَتْ قِيثَارَتِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ النَّادِبِينَ. | ٣١ 31 |
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
