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 people much younger than me laugh at me; people whose fathers I would not put to work with my sheepdogs.
| إِذْ مَا جَدْوَى قُوَّةِ أَيْدِيهِمْ لِي بَعْدَ أَنْ أُصِيبَتْ بِعَجْزٍ؟ | ٢ 2 |
They are too weak to be any use to me; they're all worn-out.
| يَهِيمُونَ هُزَالَى جِيَاعاً، يَنْبِشُونَ الْيَابِسَةَ الْخَرِبَةَ الْمَهْجُورَةَ. | ٣ 3 |
Thin through hunger and want, they try to eat the dry ground in the dark, desolate wilderness.
| يَلْتَقِطُونَ الْخُبَّيْزَةَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَخُبْزُهُمْ عُرُوقُ الرَّتَمِ. | ٤ 4 |
There they pick desert herbs and the leaves of bushes, and eat the roots of broom trees.
| يُطْرَدُونَ مِنْ بَيْنِ النَّاسِ، وَيَصْرُخُونَ خَلْفَهُمْ كَمَا يَصْرُخُونَ عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ 5 |
They were driven out of the community.
| يُقِيمُونَ فِي كُهُوفِ الْوِدْيَانِ الْجَافَّةِ، بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ وَفِي ثُقُوبِ الأَرْضِ. | ٦ 6 |
People shouted after them as if they were thieves. They have to live in dangerous ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
| يَنْهَقُونَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَيرْبِضُونَ تَحْتَ الْعَوْسَجِ. | ٧ 7 |
They shout out like animals among the bushes; they huddle together in the weeds for shelter.
| هُمْ حَمْقَى، أَبْنَاءُ قَوْمٍ خَامِلِينَ مَنْبُوذِينَ مِنَ الأَرْضِ. | ٨ 8 |
They are foolish, nameless people that have been driven from the land.
| أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ مَثَارَ سُخْرِيَةٍ لَهُمْ وَمَثَلاً يَتَنَدَّرُونَ بِهِ | ٩ 9 |
Yet now they mock me in their songs; I have become a joke to them!
| يَشْمَئِزُّونَ مِنِّي وَيَتَجَافَوْنَنِي، لَا يَتَوَانَوْنَ عَنِ الْبَصْقِ فِي وَجْهِي! | ١٠ 10 |
They despise and shun me; they don't hesitate to spit in my face.
| لأَنَّ اللهَ قَدْ أَرْخَى وَتَرَ قَوْسِي وَأَذَلَّنِي، انْقَلَبُوا ضِدِّي بِكُلِّ قُوَّتِهِمْ. | ١١ 11 |
God has made my bowstring loose and humbled me.
| قَامَ صِغَارُهُمْ عَنْ يَمِينِي يُزِلُّونَ قَدَمِي وَيُمَهِّدُونَ سُبُلَ دَمَارِي. | ١٢ 12 |
The rabble rise up against me, they send me running; like a city under siege they devise ways to destroy me.
| سَدُّوا عَلَيَّ مَنْفَذَ مَهْرَبِي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَى هَلاكِي، مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ يَكُونَ لِي مُعِينٌ. | ١٣ 13 |
They cut off my way of escape; they bring about my downfall and do this without anyone's help.
| وَكَأَنَّمَا مِنْ ثُغْرَةٍ وَاسِعَةٍ تَدَافَعُوا نَحْوِي، وَانْدَفَعُوا هَاجِمِينَ بَيْنَ الرَّدْمِ. | ١٤ 14 |
They come in through a wide breach; they rush in as the wall comes tumbling down.
| طَغَتْ عَلَيَّ الأَهْوَالُ، فَتَطَايَرَتْ كَرَامَتِي كَوَرَقَةٍ أَمَامَ الرِّيحِ، وَمَضَى رَغْدِي كَالسَّحَابِ. | ١٥ 15 |
Terrors overcome me; my honor is blown away by the wind; my salvation vanishes like a cloud.
| وَالآنَ تَهَافَتَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ وَتَنَاهَبَتْنِي أَيَّامُ بُؤْسِي. | ١٦ 16 |
And now my life is ebbing away; every day despair grips me.
| يَنْخَرُ اللَّيْلُ عِظَامِي، وَآلامِي الضَّارِيَةُ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ 17 |
At night my bones are in agony; the pain gnaws at me and never stops.
| تَشُدُّ بِعُنْفٍ لِبَاسِي وَتَحْزِمُنِي مِثْلَ طَوْقِ عَبَاءَتِي. | ١٨ 18 |
God grabs me roughly by my clothes; he pulls me by the collar of my shirt.
| قَدْ طَرَحَنِي اللهُ فِي الْحَمْأَةِ فَأَشْبَهْتُ التُّرَابَ وَالرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ 19 |
He has thrown me in the mud; he has humbled me like dust and ashes.
| أَسْتَغِيثُ بِكَ فَلا تَسْتَجِيبُ، وَأَقِفُ أَمَامَكَ فَلا تَأْبَهُ بِي. | ٢٠ 20 |
God, I cry to you but you don't answer; I stand before you, but you don't even notice me.
| أَصْبَحْتَ لِي عَدُوّاً قَاسِياً، وَبِقُدْرَةِ ذِرَاعِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ 21 |
You have turned cruel to me; you use your power to make me suffer.
| خَطَفْتَنِي وَأَرْكَبْتَنِي عَلَى الرِّيحِ، تُذِيبُنِي فِي زَئِيرِ الْعَاصِفَةِ. | ٢٢ 22 |
You pick me up and blow me along in the wind; tossing me about in the whirlwind.
| فَأَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّكَ تَسُوقُنِي إِلَى الْمَوْتِ، وَإِلَى دَارِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ 23 |
I know you're taking me to my death, to the place where all the living go.
| وَلَكِنْ، أَلا يَمُدُّ إِنْسَانٌ يَدَهُ مِنْ تَحْتِ الأَنْقَاضِ؟ أَوَ لَا يَسْتَغِيثُ فِي بَلِيَّتِهِ؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
Who would want to kick a man when he is down, when they cry for help in their time of trouble?
| أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ قَسَى عَلَيْهِ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَحْزَنْ نَفْسِي لِلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Didn't I weep for those having hard times? Didn't I grieve at what the poor suffered?
| وَلَكِنْ حِينَ تَرَقَّبْتُ الْخَيْرَ أَقْبَلَ الشَّرُّ، وَحِينَ تَوَقَّعْتُ النُّورَ هَجَمَ الظَّلامُ. | ٢٦ 26 |
But when I looked for good, only evil came, and when I waited for the light, all that came was darkness.
| قَلْبِي يَغْلِي وَلَنْ يَهْدَأَ، وَأَيَّامُ الْبَلِيَّةِ غَشِيَتْنِي. | ٢٧ 27 |
Inside I am in turmoil, it never stops; I face days of despair.
| فَأَمْضِي نَائِحاً لَكِنْ مِنْ غَيْرِ عَزَاءٍ. أَقِفُ بَيْنَ النَّاسِ أَطْلُبُ الْعَوْنَ. | ٢٨ 28 |
I am so depressed; seeing the sun doesn't help. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
| صِرْتُ أَخاً لِبَنَاتِ آوَى، وَرَفِيقاً لِلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ 29 |
I am like a brother to the jackals, a companion to owls.
| اسْوَدَّ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَتَقَشَّرَ، وَاحْتَرَقَتْ عِظَامِي مِنَ الْحُمَّى | ٣٠ 30 |
My skin turns black on me; and my bones burn within me.
| صَارَتْ قِيثَارَتِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ النَّادِبِينَ. | ٣١ 31 |
My lyre only plays sad songs, and my pipe is the voice of those who weep.
