Job 17
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
| تَلِفَتْ رُوحِي وَانْطَفَأَتْ أَيَّامِي، وَالْقَبْرُ مُعَدٌّ لِي. | ١ |
2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
| الْمُسْتَهْزِئُونَ يُحَاصِرُونَنِي، الَّذِينَ تَشْهَدُ عَيْنِي مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ. | ٢ |
3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
| كُنْ لِي ضَامِناً عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ، إِذْ مَنْ يُمْكِنُ أَنْ يَكُونَ كَفِيلِي؟ | ٣ |
4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
| فَأَنْتَ حَجَبْتَ الْفِطْنَةَ عَنْ قُلُوبِهِمْ، لِذَلِكَ لَنْ تُظْفِرَهُمْ، | ٤ |
5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
| وَلْتَتْلَفْ عُيُونُ أَبْنَاءِ مَنْ يَشِي بِأَصْحَابِهِ طَمَعاً فِي أَمْلاكِهِمْ. | ٥ |
6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
| لَقَدْ جَعَلَنِي مَثَلاً لِلأُمَمِ، وَصَارَ وَجْهِي مَبْصَقَةً. | ٦ |
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنَايَ حُزْناً وَأَصْبَحَتْ أَعْضَائِي كَالظِّلِّ، | ٧ |
8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
| فَزِعَ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَثَارَ الْبَرِيءُ عَلَى الْفَاجِرِ، | ٨ |
9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
| أَمَّا الصِّدِّيقُ فَيَتَمَسَّكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَيَزْدَادُ الطَّاهِرُ الْيَدَيْنِ قُوَّةً. | ٩ |
10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
| وَلَكِنِ ارْجِعُوا جَمِيعُكُمْ، تَعَالَوْا كُلُّكُمْ، فَلا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيماً. | ١٠ |
11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
| قَدْ عَبَرَتْ أَيَّامِي، وَتَمَزَّقَتْ مَآرِبِي الَّتِي هِيَ رَغْبَاتُ قَلْبِي. | ١١ |
12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
| يَجْعَلُونَ اللَّيْلَ نَهَاراً، وَعَلَى الرَّغْمِ مِنَ الظُّلْمَةِ يَقُولُونَ:’إِنَّ النُّورَ قَرِيبٌ!‘ | ١٢ |
| إِذَا رَجَوْتُ أَنْ تَكوُنَ الْهَاوِيَةُ مَقَرّاً لِي، وَمَهَّدْتُ فِي الظَّلامِ فِرَاشِي، (Sheol h7585) | ١٣ |
14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
| وَإِنْ قُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ أَنْتَ أُمِّي أَوْ أُخْتِي، | ١٤ |
15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
| فَأَيْنَ إِذاً آمَالِي؟ وَمَنْ يُعَايِنُ رَجَائِي؟ | ١٥ |
