Job 30
1 But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
| «وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ |
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
| قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ. | ٢ |
3 They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
| فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ. | ٣ |
4 They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
| ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ. | ٤ |
5 They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
| مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ |
6 They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
| لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ. | ٦ |
7 They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
| بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ. | ٧ |
8 They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
| أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٨ |
9 And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
| «أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا! | ٩ |
10 I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
| يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ. | ١٠ |
11 For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
| لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي. | ١١ |
12 The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
| عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ. | ١٢ |
13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
| أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٣ |
14 As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
| يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ. | ١٤ |
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
| اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي. | ١٥ |
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
| «فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ١٦ |
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
| ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ |
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
| بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي. | ١٨ |
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
| قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ |
20 You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
| إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ. | ٢٠ |
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
| تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ |
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
| حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا. | ٢٢ |
23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
| لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ |
24 Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
| وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟ | ٢٤ |
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
| «أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ |
26 For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
| حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى. | ٢٦ |
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
| أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ٢٧ |
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
| اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ. | ٢٨ |
29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
| صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ |
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
| حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ. | ٣٠ |
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
| صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ. | ٣١ |
