Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
| «أَلَيْسَ جِهَادٌ لِلْإِنْسَانِ عَلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ، وَكَأَيَّامِ ٱلْأَجِيرِ أَيَّامُهُ؟ | ١ |
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
| كَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ ٱلْعَبْدُ إِلَى ٱلظِّلِّ، وَكَمَا يَتَرَجَّى ٱلْأَجِيرُ أُجْرَتَهُ، | ٢ |
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
| هَكَذَا تَعَيَّنَ لِي أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُسِمَتْ لِي. | ٣ |
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
| إِذَا ٱضْطَجَعْتُ أَقُولُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ ٱللَّيْلُ يَطُولُ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقًا حَتَّى ٱلصُّبْحِ. | ٤ |
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
| لَبِسَ لَحْمِيَ ٱلدُّودُ مَعَ مَدَرِ ٱلتُّرَابِ. جِلْدِي كَرِشَ وَسَاخَ. | ٥ |
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
| أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنَ ٱلْوَشِيعَةِ، وَتَنْتَهِي بِغَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ. | ٦ |
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
| «اُذْكُرْ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي إِنَّمَا هِيَ رِيحٌ، وَعَيْنِي لَا تَعُودُ تَرَى خَيْرًا. | ٧ |
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
| لَا تَرَانِي عَيْنُ نَاظِرِي. عَيْنَاكَ عَلَيَّ وَلَسْتُ أَنَا. | ٨ |
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
| ٱلسَّحَابُ يَضْمَحِلُّ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا ٱلَّذِي يَنْزِلُ إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ. (Sheol h7585) | ٩ |
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
| لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى بَيْتِهِ، وَلَا يَعْرِفُهُ مَكَانُهُ بَعْدُ. | ١٠ |
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
| أَنَا أَيْضًا لَا أَمْنَعُ فَمِي. أَتَكَلَّمُ بِضِيقِ رُوحِي. أَشْكُو بِمَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي. | ١١ |
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
| أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى جَعَلْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِسًا؟ | ١٢ |
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
| إِنْ قُلْتُ: فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي، مَضْجَعِي يَنْزِعُ كُرْبَتِي، | ١٣ |
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
| تُرِيعُنِي بِٱلْأَحْلَامِ، وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِرُؤًى، | ١٤ |
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
| فَٱخْتَارَتْ نَفْسِي ٱلْخَنِقَ، ٱلْمَوْتَ عَلَى عِظَامِي هَذِهِ. | ١٥ |
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
| قَدْ ذُبْتُ. لَا إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْيَا. كُفَّ عَنِّي لِأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
| مَا هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ، وَحَتَّى تَضَعَ عَلَيْهِ قَلْبَكَ؟ | ١٧ |
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
| وَتَتَعَهَّدَهُ كُلَّ صَبَاحٍ، وَكُلَّ لَحْظَةٍ تَمْتَحِنَهُ؟ | ١٨ |
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
| حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تَلْتَفِتُ عَنِّي وَلَا تُرْخِينِي رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟ | ١٩ |
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
| أَأَخْطَأْتُ؟ مَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ ٱلنَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي عَاثُورًا لِنَفْسِكَ حَتَّى أَكُونَ عَلَى نَفْسِي حِمْلًا؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.”
| وَلِمَاذَا لَا تَغْفِرُ ذَنْبِي، وَلَا تُزِيلُ إِثْمِي؟ لِأَنِّي ٱلْآنَ أَضْطَجِعُ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ، تَطْلُبُنِي فَلَا أَكُونُ». | ٢١ |
