Job 41
1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
| أَيُمْكِنُ أَنْ تَصْطَادَ لَوِيَاثَانَ (الْحَيَوَانَ الْبَحْرِيَّ) بِشِصٍّ، أَوْ تَرْبِطَ لِسَانَهُ بِحَبْلٍ؟ | ١ |
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
| أَتَقْدِرُ أَنْ تَضَعَ خِزَامَةً فِي أَنْفِهِ، أَوْ تَثْقُبَ فَكَّهُ بِخُطَّافٍ؟ | ٢ |
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
| أَيُكْثِرُ مِنْ تَضَرُّعَاتِهِ إِلَيْكَ أَمْ يَسْتَعْطِفُكَ؟ | ٣ |
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
| أَيُبْرِمُ مَعَكَ عَهْداً لِتَتَّخِذَهُ عَبْداً مُؤَبَّداً لَكَ؟ | ٤ |
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
| أَتُلاعِبُهُ كَمَا تُلاعِبُ الْعُصْفُورَ، أَمْ تُطَوِّقُهُ بِتُرْسٍ لِيَكُونَ لُعْبَةً لِفَتَيَاتِكَ؟ | ٥ |
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
| أَيُسَاوِمُ عَلَيْهِ التُّجَّارُ، أَمْ يَتَقَاسَمُونَهُ بَيْنَهُمْ؟ | ٦ |
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
| أَتَمْلأُ جِلْدَهُ بِالْحِرَابِ وَرَأْسَهُ بِأَسِنَّةِ الرِّمَاحِ؟ | ٧ |
8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
| إِنْ حَاوَلْتَ الْقَبْضَ عَلَيْهِ بِيَدِكَ فَإِنَّكَ سَتَذْكُرُ ضَرَاوَةَ قِتَالِهِ وَلا تَعُودُ تُقْدِمُ عَلَى ذَلِكَ ثَانِيَةً! | ٨ |
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
| أَيُّ أَمَلٍ فِي إِخْضَاعِهِ قَدْ خَابَ، وَمُجَرَّدُ النَّظَرِ إِلَيْهِ يَبْعَثُ عَلَى الفَزَعِ. | ٩ |
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
| لَا أَحَدَ يَمْلِكُ جُرْأَةً كَافِيَةً لِيَسْتَثِيرَهُ. فَمَنْ إِذاً، يَقْوَى عَلَى مُجَابَهَتِي؟ | ١٠ |
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
| لِمَنْ أَنَا مَدِينٌ فَأُوفِيَهُ؟ كُلُّ مَا تَحْتَ جَمِيعِ السَّمَاوَاتِ هُوَ لِي. | ١١ |
12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
| دَعْنِي أُحَدِّثُكَ عَنْ أَطْرَافِ لَوِيَاثَانَ وَعَنْ قُوَّتِهِ وَتَنَاسُقِ قَامَتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
| مَنْ يَخْلَعُ كِسَاءَهُ أَوْ يَدْنُو مِنْ مُتَنَاوَلِ صَفَّيْ أَضْرَاسِهِ؟ | ١٣ |
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
| مَنْ يَفْتَحُ شَدْقَيْهِ؟ إِنَّ دَائِرَةَ أَسْنَانِهِ مُرْعِبَةٌ! | ١٤ |
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
| ظَهْرُهُ مَصْنُوعٌ مِنْ حَرَاشِفَ كَتُرُوسٍ مَصْفُوفَةٍ مُتَلاصِقَةٍ بِإِحْكَامٍ، وَكَأَنَّهَا مَضْغُوطَةٌ بِخَاتَمٍ، | ١٥ |
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
| مُتَلاصِقَةٌ لَا يَنْفُذُ مِنْ بَيْنِهَا الْهَوَاءُ، | ١٦ |
17 They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they cannot be pulled apart.
| مُتَّصِلَةٌ بَعْضُهَا بِبَعْضٍ، مُتَلَبِّدَةٌ لَا تَنْفَصِلُ. | ١٧ |
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
| عِطَاسُهُ يُوْمِضُ نُوراً، وَعَيْنَاهُ كَأَجْفَانِ الْفَجْرِ، | ١٨ |
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
| مِنْ فَمِهِ تَخْرُجُ مَشَاعِلُ مُلْتَهِبَةٌ، وَيَتَطَايَرُ مِنْهُ شَرَارُ نَارٍ، | ١٩ |
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
| يَنْبَعِثُ مِنْ مِنْخَرَيْهِ دُخَانٌ وَكَأَنَّهُ مِن قِدْرٍ يَغْلِي أَوْ مِرْجَلٍ. | ٢٠ |
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
| يُضْرِمُ نَفَسُهُ الْجَمْرَ، وَمِنْ فَمِهِ يَنْطَلِقُ اللَّهَبُ. | ٢١ |
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
| فِي عُنُقِهِ تَكْمُنُ قُوَّةٌ، وَأَمَامَ عَيْنَيْهِ يَعْدُو الْهَوْلُ. | ٢٢ |
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They cannot be moved.
| ثَنَايَا لَحْمِهِ مُحْكَمَةُ التَّمَاسُكِ، مَسْبُوكَةٌ عَلَيْهِ لَا تَتَحَرَّكُ. | ٢٣ |
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
| قَلْبُهُ صُلْبٌ كَالصَّخْرِ، صَلْدٌ كَالرَّحَى السُّفْلَى. | ٢٤ |
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
| عِنْدَمَا يَنْهَضُ يَدِبُّ الْفَزَعُ فِي الأَقْوِيَاءِ، وَمِنْ جَلَبَتِهِ يَعْتَرِيهِمْ شَلَلٌ. | ٢٥ |
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it cannot prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
| لَا يَنَالُ مِنْهُ السَّيْفُ الَّذِي يُصِيبُهُ، وَلا الرُّمْحُ وَلا السَّهْمُ وَلا الْحَرْبَةُ. | ٢٦ |
27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
| يَحْسِبُ الْحَدِيدَ كَالْقَشِّ وَالنُّحَاسَ كَالْخَشَبِ النَّخِرِ. | ٢٧ |
28 The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
| لَا يُرْغِمُهُ السَّهْمُ عَلَى الْفِرَارِ، وَحِجَارَةُ الْمِقْلاعِ لَدَيْهِ كَالْقَشِّ. | ٢٨ |
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
| الْهِرَاوَةُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَالْعُصَافَةِ، وَيَهْزَأُ بِاهْتِزَازِ الرُّمْحِ الْمُصَوَّبِ إِلَيْهِ. | ٢٩ |
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
| بَطْنُهُ كَقِطَعِ الْخَزَفِ الْحَادَّةِ. إِذَا تَمَدَّدَ عَلَى الطِّينِ يَتْرُكُ آثَاراً مُمَاثِلَةً لِآثَارِ النَّوْرَجِ. | ٣٠ |
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
| يَجْعَلُ اللُّجَّةَ تَغْلِي كَالْقِدْرِ، وَالْبَحْرَ يَجِيشُ كَقِدْرِ الطِّيبِ. | ٣١ |
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
| يَتْرُكُ خَلْفَهُ خَطّاً مِنْ زَبَدٍ أَبْيَضَ، فَيُخَالُ أَنَّ الْبَحْرَ قَدْ أَصَابَهُ الشَّيْبُ. | ٣٢ |
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
| لَا نَظِيرَ لَهُ فَوْقَ الأَرْضِ لأَنَّهُ مَخْلُوقٌ عَدِيمُ الْخَوْفِ. | ٣٣ |
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
| يَحْتَقِرُ كُلَّ مَا هُوَ مُتَعَالٍ، وَهُوَ مَلِكٌ عَلَى ذَوِي الْكِبْرِيَاءِ». | ٣٤ |
