< Job 7 >

1 Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
أَلَيْسَتْ حَيَاةُ الإِنْسَانِ جِهَاداً شَاقّاً عَلَى الأَرْضِ، وَأَيَّامُهُ كَأَيَّامِ الأَجِيرِ؟١
2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
فَكَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ الْعَبْدُ إِلَى الظِّلِّ، وَالأَجِيرُ يَرْتَقِبُ أُجْرَتَهُ،٢
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
هَكَذَا كُتِبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُدِّرَتْ لِي.٣
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
إِذَا رَقَدْتُ أَتَسَاءَلُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ وَلَكِنَّ اللَّيْلَ طَوِيلٌ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقاً إِلَى الصَّبَاحِ.٤
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
اكْتَسَى لَحْمِي بِالدُّودِ وَحَمْأَةِ التُّرَابِ، وَجِلْدِي تَشَقَّقَ وَتَقَرَّحَ.٥
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنْ مَكُّوكِ النَّسَّاجِينَ، تَتَلاشَى مِنْ غَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ!٦
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
فَاذْكُرْ يَا اللهُ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي لَيْسَتْ سِوَى نَسَمَةٍ، وَأَنَّ عَيْنَيَّ لَنْ تَعُودَا تَرَيَانِ الْخَيْرَ.٧
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
إِنَّ عَيْنَ مَنْ يَرَانِي الآنَ لَنْ تُبْصِرَنِي فِيمَا بَعْدُ، وَتَلْتَفِتُ عَيْنَاكَ إِلَيَّ فَلا تَجِدَانِنِي بَعْدُ.٨
9 A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. (Sheol h7585)
كَمَا يَضْمَحِلُّ السَّحَابُ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا الْمُنْحَدِرُ إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ، (Sheol h7585)٩
10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى مَنْزِلِهِ، وَمَكَانُهُ لَا يَعْرِفُهُ بَعْدُ.١٠
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
لِذَلِكَ لَنْ أُلْجِمَ فَمِي، وَسَأَتَكَلَّمُ مِنْ عُمْقِ عَذَابِ رُوحِي، وَأَشْكُو فِي مَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي.١١
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى أَقَمْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِساً؟١٢
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
إِنْ قُلْتُ: إِنَّ فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي وَمَرْقَدِي يُزِيلُ كُرْبَتِي،١٣
14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
فَأَنْتَ تُرَوِّعُنِي بِالأَحْلامِ وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِالرُّؤَى.١٤
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
لِذَلِكَ فَضَّلْتُ الاخْتِنَاقَ وَالْمَوْتَ عَلَى جَسَدِي هَذَا.١٥
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، فَلَنْ أَحْيَا إِلَى الأَبَدِ، فَكُفَّ عَنِّي لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ.١٦
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ وَتُعِيرَهُ كُلَّ اهْتِمَامٍ؟١٧
18 And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
تَفْتَقِدُهُ فِي كُلِّ صَبَاحٍ وَتَمْتَحِنُهُ فِي كُلِّ لَحْظَةٍ؟١٨
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تُحَوِّلُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي، وَتَكُفُّ رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟١٩
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَمَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ النَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي هَدَفاً لَكَ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي حِمْلاً عَلَى نَفْسِي؟٢٠
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
لِمَاذَا لَا تَصْفَحُ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُزِيلُ ذَنْبِي، لأَنَّنِي الآنَ أَرْقُدُ فِي التُّرَابِ، وَعِنْدَمَا تَبْحَثُ عَنِّي أَكُونُ قَدْ فَنِيتُ».٢١

< Job 7 >