Job 16
1 And Job made answer and said,
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ |
2 Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
| «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيرًا مِثْلَ هَذَا. مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ كُلُّكُمْ! | ٢ |
3 May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?
| هَلْ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ لِكَلَامٍ فَارِغٍ؟ أَوْ مَاذَا يُهَيِّجُكَ حَتَّى تُجَاوِبَ؟ | ٣ |
4 It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:
| أَنَا أَيْضًا أَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ، لَوْ كَانَتْ أَنْفُسُكُمْ مَكَانَ نَفْسِي، وَأَنْ أَسْرُدَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالًا وَأُنْغِضَ رَأْسِي إِلَيْكُمْ. | ٤ |
5 I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
| بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِفَمِي، وَتَعْزِيَةُ شَفَتَيَّ تُمْسِكُكُمْ. | ٥ |
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
| «إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَمْ تَمْتَنِعْ كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ سَكَتُّ فَمَاذَا يَذْهَبُ عَنِّي؟ | ٦ |
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
| إِنَّهُ ٱلْآنَ ضَجَّرَنِي. خَرَّبْتَ كُلَّ جَمَاعَتِي. | ٧ |
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
| قَبَضْتَ عَلَيَّ. وُجِدَ شَاهِدٌ. قَامَ عَلَيَّ هُزَالِي يُجَاوِبُ فِي وَجْهِي. | ٨ |
9 I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
| غَضَبُهُ ٱفْتَرَسَنِي وَٱضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. عَدُوِّي يُحَدِّدُ عَيْنَيْهِ عَلَيَّ. | ٩ |
10 Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
| فَغَرُوا عَلَيَّ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ. لَطَمُونِي عَلَى فَكِّي تَعْيِيرًا. تَعَاوَنُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعًا. | ١٠ |
11 God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
| دَفَعَنِيَ ٱللهُ إِلَى ٱلظَّالِمِ، وَفِي أَيْدِي ٱلْأَشْرَارِ طَرَحَنِي. | ١١ |
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
| كُنْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا فَزَعْزَعَنِي، وَأَمْسَكَ بِقَفَايَ فَحَطَّمَنِي، وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ غَرَضًا. | ١٢ |
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
| أَحَاطَتْ بِي رُمَاتُهُ. شَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ وَلَمْ يُشْفِقْ. سَفَكَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ١٣ |
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
| يَقْتَحِمُنِي ٱقْتِحَامًا عَلَى ٱقْتِحَامٍ. يَعْدُو عَلَيَّ كَجَبَّارٍ. | ١٤ |
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
| خِطْتُ مِسْحًا عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَدَسَسْتُ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ قَرْنِي. | ١٥ |
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
| اِحْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ ٱلْبُكَاءِ، وَعَلَى هُدْبِي ظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ. | ١٦ |
17 Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.
| مَعَ أَنَّهُ لَا ظُلْمَ فِي يَدِي، وَصَلَاتِي خَالِصَةٌ. | ١٧ |
18 O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!
| «يَا أَرْضُ لَا تُغَطِّي دَمِي، وَلَا يَكُنْ مَكَانٌ لِصُرَاخِي. | ١٨ |
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
| أَيْضًا ٱلْآنَ هُوَذَا فِي ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ شَهِيدِي، وَشَاهِدِي فِي ٱلْأَعَالِي. | ١٩ |
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
| ٱلْمُسْتَهْزِئُونَ بِي هُمْ أَصْحَابِي. لِلهِ تَقْطُرُ عَيْنِي | ٢٠ |
21 So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
| لِكَيْ يُحَاكِمَ ٱلْإِنْسَانَ عِنْدَ ٱللهِ كَٱبْنِ آدَمَ لَدَى صَاحِبِهِ. | ٢١ |
22 For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
| إِذَا مَضَتْ سِنُونَ قَلِيلَةٌ أَسْلُكُ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا. | ٢٢ |
