Job 3
1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
| ثُمَّ تَكَلَّمَ أَيُّوبُ، فَشَتَمَ الْيَوْمَ الَّذِي وُلِدَ فِيهِ، | ١ |
2 And this is what he said:
| وَقَالَ: | ٢ |
3 “May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
| «لَيْتَهُ بَادَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَفَنِيَ اللَّيْلُ الَّذِي قِيلَ فِيهِ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِطِفْلٍ ذَكَرٍ. | ٣ |
4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
| لِيَتَحَوَّلْ ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ إِلَى ظَلامٍ. لَا يَرْعَاهُ اللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلا يُشْرِقُ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ |
5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
| لِيَسْتَوْلِ عَلَيْهِ الظَّلامُ وَظِلُّ الْمَوْتِ. لِيَكْتَنِفْهُ سَحَابٌ وَلْتُرَوِّعْهُ ظُلُمَاتُ النَّهَارِ. | ٥ |
6 If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
| أَمَّا ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ فَلْيَعْتَقِلْهُ الدُّجَى الْمُتَكَاثِفُ، وَلا يَبْتَهِجْ مَعَ سَائِرِ أَيَّامِ السَّنَةِ، وَلا يُحْصَ فِي عَدَدِ الشُّهُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
| لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ عَاقِراً، لَا يَتَرَدَّدُ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ |
8 May it be cursed by those who curse the day — those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
| لِيَلْعَنْهُ السَّحَرَةُ الْحَاذِقُونَ فِي إِيْقَاظِ التِّنِّينِ! | ٨ |
9 May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
| لِتُظْلِمْ كَوَاكِبُ شَفَقِهِ، وَلْيَرْتَقِبِ النُّورَ مِنْ غَيْرِ طَائِلٍ، وَلا يَرَ هُدُبَ الْفَجْرِ، | ٩ |
10 For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
| لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ رَحِمَ أُمِّي وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ الشَّقَاءَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ |
11 Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
| لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ فِي الرَّحِمِ، وَلِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ الرُّوحَ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنْ بَطْنِ أُمِّي؟ | ١١ |
12 Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
| لِمَاذَا وَجَدْتُ الرُّكَبَ لِتُعِينَنَي وَالثُّدِيَّ لِتُرْضِعَنِي؟ | ١٢ |
13 For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
| وَإلَّا لَظَلَلْتُ مُضْطَجِعاً سَاكِناً، وَلَكُنْتُ نَائِماً مُسْتَرِيحاً | ١٣ |
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
| مَعَ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ وَمُشِيرِيهَا، الَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَاماً لأَنْفُسِهِمْ. | ١٤ |
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
| أَوْ مَعَ الرُّؤَسَاءِ الَّذِينَ كَنَزُوا ذَهَباً وَمَلأُوا بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً. | ١٥ |
16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
| أَوْ لِمَاذَا لَمْ أُطْمَرْ فِي الأَرْضِ كَسِقْطٍ لَمْ يَرَ النُّورَ؟ | ١٦ |
17 There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
| فَهُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ الأَشْرَارُ عَنْ إِثَارَةِ الْمَتَاعِبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَرْتَاحُ الْمُرْهَقُونَ. | ١٧ |
18 The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
| هُنَاكَ يَطْمَئِنُّ الأَسْرَى جَمِيعاً، إِذْ لَا يُلاحِقُهُمْ صَوْتُ الْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ |
19 Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
| هُنَاكَ يَكُونُ الصَّغِيرُ كَالْكَبِيرِ، وَالْعَبْدُ مُتَحَرِّراً مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ |
20 Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
| لِمَ يُوْهَبُ الشَّقِيُّ نُوراً، وَذَوُو النُّفُوسِ الْمُرَّةِ حَيَاةً؟ | ٢٠ |
21 who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
| الَّذِينَ يَتُوقُونَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ فَلا يُقْبِلُ، وَيَنْقُبُونَ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا يَنْقُبُونَ عَنِ الْكُنُوزِ الْخَفِيَّةِ، | ٢١ |
22 who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?
| الَّذِينَ يَنْتَشُونَ غِبْطَةً، وَيَسْتَبْشِرُونَ حِينَ يَعْثُرُونَ عَلَى ضَرِيحٍ! | ٢٢ |
23 Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
| بَلْ لِمَاذَا يُوْهَبُ نُورٌ وَحَيَاةٌ لِرَجُلٍ ضَلَّتْ بِهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَسَدَّ اللهُ حَوْلَهُ؟ | ٢٣ |
24 I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
| اسْتَبْدَلْتُ طَعَامِي بِالأَنِينِ، وَزَفْرَتِي تَنْسَكِبُ كَالْمِيَاهِ، | ٢٤ |
25 For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
| لأَنَّهُ قَدْ حَلَّ بِي مَا كُنْتُ أَخْشَاهُ، وَأَصَابَنِي مَا كُنْتُ أَرْتَعِبُ مِنْهُ. | ٢٥ |
26 I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
| فَلا طُمَأْنِينَةَ لِي وَلا اسْتَقْرَارَ وَلا رَاحَةَ، بَعْدَ أَنِ اجْتَاحَتْنِي الْكُرُوبُ». | ٢٦ |
