Isaiah 57
1 Good people die, and nobody cares; the faithful pass away, and nobody thinks that they were being protected from evil.
| هَلَكَ الصِّدِّيقُ فَلَمْ يَتَأَمَّلْ أَحَدٌ فِي نَفْسِهِ وَيَعْتَبِرْ، وَمَاتَ الأَتْقِيَاءُ وَلَمْ يُدْرِكْ أَحَدٌ أَنَّ الصِّدِّيقَ قَدْ أُخِذَ تَفَادِياً لِلْكَارِثَةِ. | ١ |
2 Those who follow what's right rest in peace; they find rest as they lie down in death.
| وَالسَّالِكُونَ بِالاسْتِقَامَةِ يَنْعَمُونَ بِالسَّلامِ، وَفِي مَضَاجِعِهِمْ يَسْتَرِيحُونَ. | ٢ |
3 But as for you, children of fortune-tellers, the product of adultery and prostitution—come here!
| أَمَّا أَنْتُمْ يَا أَبْنَاءَ السَّاحِرَةِ، يَا نَسْلَ الْفَاسِقِ وَالْعَاهِرَةِ، فَادْنُوا مِنْ هُنَا. | ٣ |
4 Who are you making fun of when you make sneering faces and stick out your tongues? Aren't you the children of sin and lies?
| بِمَنْ تَسْخَرُونَ؟ وَعَلَى مَنْ تَفْغَرُونَ أَشْدَاقَكُمْ وَاسِعَةً وَتَدْلَعُونَ أَلْسِنَتَكُمْ؟ أَلَسْتُمْ أَنْتُمْ أَبْنَاءَ الْخُطَاةِ وَالْمُنَافِقِينَ؟ | ٤ |
5 You're the ones having pagan orgies under the oak trees, under every green tree. You sacrifice your children in the valleys and among the rocky peaks.
| أَيُّهَا الْمُتَوَهِّجُونَ شَهْوَةً بَيْنَ أَشْجَارِ الْبَلُّوطِ، وَتَحْتَ كُلِّ شَجَرَةٍ خَضْرَاءَ، يَا مَنْ تَذْبَحُونَ أَوْلادَكُمْ فِي الأَوْدِيَةِ تَحْتَ شُقُوقِ الصُّخُورِ. | ٥ |
6 You have chosen to worship the smooth stones from the streams of the valleys—that's the choice you've made! You have poured out drink offerings to these idols—you have presented them with grain offerings. Should that make me happy?
| إِنَّ نَصِيبَكُمْ هُوَ أَصْنَامُكُمْ مِنْ حَصَى الْوَادِي الْمَلْسَاءِ. هِيَ قُرْعَتُكُمْ، وَلَهَا سَكَبْتُمْ سَكِيبَ تَقْدِمَاتِكُمْ، وَأَصْعَدْتُمْ قَرَابِينَكُمْ، فَهَلْ أَرْضَى عَنْ هَذِهِ الأُمُورِ؟ | ٦ |
7 You have committed adultery by idol worship on every high mountain; you went there to offer pagan sacrifices.
| نَصَبْتُمْ مَضَاجِعَ زِنَاكُمْ عَلَى جَبَلٍ شَامِخٍ مُرْتَفِعٍ، وَإِلَى هُنَاكَ صَعِدْتُمْ لِتُقَرِّبُوا ذَبَائِحَكُمْ، | ٧ |
8 You've placed your pagan signs behind your doors and on your doorposts. Deserting me, you took off your clothes and climbed into bed, committing yourselves to those you love to be in bed with. You've seen them naked.
| وَخَلْفَ الْبَابِ وَقَوَائِمِهِ أَقَمْتُمْ أَصْنَامَكُمْ، وَإِذْ هَجَرْتُمُونِي كَشَفْتُمْ عَنْ مَضَاجِعِكُمْ وَعَلَّوْتُمُوهَا وَوَسَّعْتُمُوهَا، وَأَبْرَمْتُمْ مَعَ أَصْنَامِكُمْ عَهْدَ زِنىً لأَنَّكُمْ أَحْبَبْتُمْ مَضَاجِعَهُمْ، وَتَأَمَّلْتُمْ فِي عُرْيِهِمْ. | ٨ |
9 You went to offer Molech olive oil, covering yourself with many perfumes. You sent your messengers to distant places; you even went down into the world of the dead. (Sheol h7585)
| ارْتَحَلْتُمْ إِلَى مُولَكَ مُحَمَّلِينَ بِالدُّهْنِ، وَبِكَثْرَةِ الأَطْيَابِ، وَأَرْسَلْتُمْ سُفَرَاءَكُمْ إِلَى أَرْضٍ بَعِيدَةٍ، وَانْحَدَرْتُمْ حَتَّى إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ. (Sheol h7585) | ٩ |
10 You wore yourselves out by such running around, but you didn't give up and say, “It's hopeless!” You found new strength and so didn't become weak.
| أَصَابَكُمُ الإِعْيَاءُ مِنْ طُولِ الْمَسِيرِ، وَلَمْ تَقُولُوا: «يَئِسْنَا» بَلْ تَجَدَّدَتْ قُوَاكُمْ وَلَمْ تَخُورُوا. | ١٠ |
11 Who were you scared of, who frightened you so much that you lied to me, didn't remember me, didn't even think about me? Is it because I've been quiet for so long that you don't even fear me?
| مِمَّنْ خِفْتُمْ وَارْتَعَبْتُمْ حَتَّى كَذِبْتُمْ وَلَمْ تَذْكُرُونِي أَوْ تُفَكِّرُوا فِيَّ؟ هَلِ اعْتَصَمْتُ بِالسَّكِينَةِ زَمَناً طَوِيلاً حَتَّى لَمْ تَعُودُوا تَخَافُونَنِي؟ | ١١ |
12 I'm going to let everyone know about how you're so good and the things you do—but they won't help you!
| سَأَتَحَدَّثُ عَنْ بِرِّكُمْ وَأَعْمَالِكُمْ، وَلَكِنَّهَا لَنْ تُجْدِيَكُمْ نَفْعاً. | ١٢ |
13 When you cry out for help, let's see if your collection of idols will save you! The wind will blow them all away, just a breath and they're gone! But whoever comes to me for help will own the land and possess my holy mountain.
| عِنْدَمَا تَسْتَغِيثُونَ، فَلْتُنْقِذْكُمْ مَجْمُوعَاتُ أَصْنَامِكُمْ! إِنَّ الرِّيحَ تَحْمِلُهَا جَمِيعاً، وَنَفْخَةٌ تَطْرَحُهَا بَعِيداً. أَمَّا مَنْ يَلُوذُ بِي فَإِنَّهُ يَرِثُ الأَرْضَ وَيَمْلِكُ جَبَلَ قُدْسِي. | ١٣ |
14 He will say, Build a highway, remove anything that's in the way of my people.
| وَيُقَالُ آنَئِذٍ: مَهِّدُوا! مَهِّدُوا السَّبِيلَ، أَزِيلُوا كُلَّ مَعْثَرَةٍ مِنْ طَرِيقِ شَعْبِي. | ١٤ |
15 This is what the one who is high above all says, he who lives in eternity, whose name is holy: I live in a high and holy place, together with those who repent and who act humbly, restoring their spirits and encouraging them.
| لأَنَّهُ هَكَذَا يَقُولُ الْعَلِيُّ السَّامِي، الْمُقِيمُ فِي الأَبَدِ، الَّذِي يُدْعَى اسْمُهُ الْقُدُّوسَ: إِنَّنِي أَسْكُنُ فِي الْعُلَى وَفِي الْمَوْضِعِ الْمُقَدَّسِ، وَأُقِيمُ مَعَ الْمُنْسَحِقِ، وَذَوِي الرُّوحِ الْمُتَوَاضِعَةِ، لأُحْيِيَ أَرْوَاحَ الْمُتَوَاضِعِينَ، وَأُنْعِشَ قُلُوبَ الْمُنْسَحِقِينَ. | ١٥ |
16 I won't fight with you forever; I won't be angry with you forever. Otherwise you'd lose heart, the very people I gave life to.
| لأَنَّنِي لَا أُخَاصِمُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ، وَلا أَظَلُّ عَلَى الدَّوَامِ غَاضِباً، لِئَلَّا تَبِيدَ أَمَامِي رُوحُ الإِنْسَانِ الَّتِي خَلَقْتُهَا. | ١٦ |
17 Yes, I was angry with these sinful, greedy people so I punished them. I was angry, so I hid myself from them, but they went on their own rebellious way, doing whatever they wanted.
| قَدْ غَضِبْتُ عَلَى إِسْرَائِيلَ مِنْ جَرَّاءِ جَشَعِهِ، وَعَاقَبْتُهُ وَحَجَبْتُ عَنْهُ وَجْهِي سَخَطاً، وَلَكِنَّهُ أَوْغَلَ فِي عِصْيَانِهِ وَرَاءَ غِوَايَةِ قَلْبِهِ. | ١٧ |
18 I know what they're doing, but I will heal them. I will lead them and comfort those who mourn,
| لَقَدْ رَأَيْتُ طُرُقَهُ الْمَكْتُوبَةَ، إِنَّمَا سَأُقَوِّمُهُ وَأَقُودُهُ وَأَرُدُّ لَهُ وَلِنَائِحِيهِ الطُّمَأْنِينَةَ | ١٨ |
19 so they will able to say thankyou. The Lord declares, Peace, peace, to those who are far away and those who are near. I will heal you.
| وَأَسْتَبْدِلُ نُوَاحَهُ بِالْحَمْدِ، يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ؛ فَيَكُونُ سَلامٌ لِلْقَرِيبِ وَالْبَعِيدِ لأَنَّنِي سَأَشْفِيهِ. | ١٩ |
20 But the wicked are like the sea that is tossed about, never keeping still, churning up the mud and muck with its waves.
| أَمَّا الأَشْرَارُ فَهُمْ كَالْبَحْرِ الْهَائِجِ الَّذِي لَا يَهْدَأُ، تَقْذِفُ مِيَاهُهُ الْقَذَرَ وَالطِّينَ | ٢٠ |
21 There's no peace for the wicked, says my God.
| إِذْ لَيْسَ سَلامٌ لِلأَشْرَارِ، قَالَ إِلَهِي. | ٢١ |
