Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
| أَلَيْسَتْ حَيَاةُ الإِنْسَانِ جِهَاداً شَاقّاً عَلَى الأَرْضِ، وَأَيَّامُهُ كَأَيَّامِ الأَجِيرِ؟ | ١ |
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
| فَكَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ الْعَبْدُ إِلَى الظِّلِّ، وَالأَجِيرُ يَرْتَقِبُ أُجْرَتَهُ، | ٢ |
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
| هَكَذَا كُتِبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُدِّرَتْ 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 رَقَدْتُ أَتَسَاءَلُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ وَلَكِنَّ اللَّيْلَ طَوِيلٌ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقاً إِلَى الصَّبَاحِ. | ٤ |
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
| اكْتَسَى لَحْمِي بِالدُّودِ وَحَمْأَةِ التُّرَابِ، وَجِلْدِي تَشَقَّقَ وَتَقَرَّحَ. | ٥ |
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
| أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنْ مَكُّوكِ النَّسَّاجِينَ، تَتَلاشَى مِنْ غَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ! | ٦ |
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
| فَاذْكُرْ يَا اللهُ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي لَيْسَتْ سِوَى نَسَمَةٍ، وَأَنَّ عَيْنَيَّ لَنْ تَعُودَا تَرَيَانِ الْخَيْرَ. | ٧ |
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
| إِنَّ عَيْنَ مَنْ يَرَانِي الآنَ لَنْ تُبْصِرَنِي فِيمَا بَعْدُ، وَتَلْتَفِتُ عَيْنَاكَ إِلَيَّ فَلا تَجِدَانِنِي بَعْدُ. | ٨ |
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
| كَمَا يَضْمَحِلُّ السَّحَابُ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا الْمُنْحَدِرُ إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ، (Sheol h7585) | ٩ |
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
| لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى مَنْزِلِهِ، وَمَكَانُهُ لَا يَعْرِفُهُ 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.
| لِذَلِكَ لَنْ أُلْجِمَ فَمِي، وَسَأَتَكَلَّمُ مِنْ عُمْقِ عَذَابِ رُوحِي، وَأَشْكُو فِي مَرَارَةِ 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 أَقَمْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِساً؟ | ١٢ |
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
| إِنْ قُلْتُ: إِنَّ فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي وَمَرْقَدِي يُزِيلُ كُرْبَتِي، | ١٣ |
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
| فَأَنْتَ تُرَوِّعُنِي بِالأَحْلامِ وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِالرُّؤَى. | ١٤ |
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
| لِذَلِكَ فَضَّلْتُ الاخْتِنَاقَ وَالْمَوْتَ عَلَى جَسَدِي هَذَا. | ١٥ |
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
| كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، فَلَنْ أَحْيَا إِلَى الأَبَدِ، فَكُفَّ عَنِّي لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
| مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ وَتُعِيرَهُ كُلَّ اهْتِمَامٍ؟ | ١٧ |
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
| تَفْتَقِدُهُ فِي كُلِّ صَبَاحٍ وَتَمْتَحِنُهُ فِي كُلِّ لَحْظَةٍ؟ | ١٨ |
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
| حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تُحَوِّلُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي، وَتَكُفُّ 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?
| إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَمَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ النَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي هَدَفاً لَكَ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي حِمْلاً عَلَى نَفْسِي؟ | 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.”
| لِمَاذَا لَا تَصْفَحُ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُزِيلُ ذَنْبِي، لأَنَّنِي الآنَ أَرْقُدُ فِي التُّرَابِ، وَعِنْدَمَا تَبْحَثُ عَنِّي أَكُونُ قَدْ فَنِيتُ». | ٢١ |
