Job 7

1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.

١ أَلَيْسَتْ حَيَاةُ الإِنْسَانِ جِهَاداً شَاقّاً عَلَى الأَرْضِ، وَأَيَّامُهُ كَأَيَّامِ الأَجِيرِ؟

2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;

٢ فَكَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ الْعَبْدُ إِلَى الظِّلِّ، وَالأَجِيرُ يَرْتَقِبُ أُجْرَتَهُ،

3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.

٣ هَكَذَا كُتِبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُدِّرَتْ لِي.

4 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

٤ إِذَا رَقَدْتُ أَتَسَاءَلُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ وَلَكِنَّ اللَّيْلَ طَوِيلٌ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقاً إِلَى الصَّبَاحِ.

5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.

٥ اكْتَسَى لَحْمِي بِالدُّودِ وَحَمْأَةِ التُّرَابِ، وَجِلْدِي تَشَقَّقَ وَتَقَرَّحَ.

6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

٦ أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنْ مَكُّوكِ النَّسَّاجِينَ، تَتَلاشَى مِنْ غَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ!

7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.

٧ فَاذْكُرْ يَا اللهُ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي لَيْسَتْ سِوَى نَسَمَةٍ، وَأَنَّ عَيْنَيَّ لَنْ تَعُودَا تَرَيَانِ الْخَيْرَ.

8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.

٨ إِنَّ عَيْنَ مَنْ يَرَانِي الآنَ لَنْ تُبْصِرَنِي فِيمَا بَعْدُ، وَتَلْتَفِتُ عَيْنَاكَ إِلَيَّ فَلا تَجِدَانِنِي بَعْدُ.

9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. (Sheol h7585)

٩ كَمَا يَضْمَحِلُّ السَّحَابُ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا الْمُنْحَدِرُ إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ، (Sheol h7585)

10 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

١٠ لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى مَنْزِلِهِ، وَمَكَانُهُ لَا يَعْرِفُهُ بَعْدُ.

11 Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

١١ لِذَلِكَ لَنْ أُلْجِمَ فَمِي، وَسَأَتَكَلَّمُ مِنْ عُمْقِ عَذَابِ رُوحِي، وَأَشْكُو فِي مَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?

١٢ أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى أَقَمْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِساً؟

13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:

١٣ إِنْ قُلْتُ: إِنَّ فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي وَمَرْقَدِي يُزِيلُ كُرْبَتِي،

14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.

١٤ فَأَنْتَ تُرَوِّعُنِي بِالأَحْلامِ وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِالرُّؤَى.

15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.

١٥ لِذَلِكَ فَضَّلْتُ الاخْتِنَاقَ وَالْمَوْتَ عَلَى جَسَدِي هَذَا.

16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

١٦ كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، فَلَنْ أَحْيَا إِلَى الأَبَدِ، فَكُفَّ عَنِّي لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ.

17 What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?

١٧ مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ وَتُعِيرَهُ كُلَّ اهْتِمَامٍ؟

18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.

١٨ تَفْتَقِدُهُ فِي كُلِّ صَبَاحٍ وَتَمْتَحِنُهُ فِي كُلِّ لَحْظَةٍ؟

19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?

١٩ حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تُحَوِّلُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي، وَتَكُفُّ رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟

20 I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself?

٢٠ إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَمَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ النَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي هَدَفاً لَكَ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي حِمْلاً عَلَى نَفْسِي؟

21 Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.

٢١ لِمَاذَا لَا تَصْفَحُ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُزِيلُ ذَنْبِي، لأَنَّنِي الآنَ أَرْقُدُ فِي التُّرَابِ، وَعِنْدَمَا تَبْحَثُ عَنِّي أَكُونُ قَدْ فَنِيتُ».